John Tate was meticulous in his preparations. The soft glow of candles cast dancing shadows on the polished mahogany floor of his dimly lit study. The rich scent of sandalwood filled the air, a subtle yet potent aphrodisiac that never failed to set the mood. His leather-bound books lined the walls, a testament to his extensive knowledge of BDSM practices. A chill danced down his spine as he donned his favorite black latex gloves, feeling the smooth material conform to his hands like a second skin. Tonight was special. He had a new submissive, one who claimed to be experienced and eager to explore the depths of submission with him.

The doorbell chimed, a sweet sound that echoed through the quiet hallway. John took a deep breath, steeling himself for the encounter to come. He checked his appearance in the mirror one last time—his stern expression and sharp attire were flawless. As he descended the stairs, the clink of his studded belt punctuated the silence. The anticipation grew with every step. He reached the door and paused, listening to the soft rustle of the wind outside. The sound was soothing, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within him.

The submissive, Alex, stood before him, dressed in a simple button-down shirt and slacks. John's eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of him. Something about the way Alex's hands twitched at his sides, his eyes flickering around the room as if searching for an escape, didn't quite sit right. He knew that look. It was the look of someone hiding something, and it piqued his interest. Still, John kept his thoughts to himself, extending a hand to welcome Alex into his domain.

As they entered the study, Alex's gaze was drawn to the various instruments displayed on the walls—whips, paddles, and cuffs gleaming in the candlelight. His pupils dilated, and his breathing grew shallow. John observed him with a keen eye, noticing the way Alex's fingers flexed and tightened into fists, then relaxed again. Nervous energy rolled off him in waves, and John found it both endearing and slightly concerning. Experienced subs usually had a more stoic demeanor, but everyone had their quirks. He dismissed his suspicion with a mental shrug and focused on the scene ahead.

They began with a simple ritual—a negotiation of boundaries and a safe word. Alex rattled off his limits with a confidence that seemed rehearsed, but John nodded solemnly, taking each word to heart. He could feel the tension in the room thicken as Alex stripped down to his underwear, revealing a body that was surprisingly muscular for a man who claimed to have never engaged in physical labor. The detective's eyes never left John's, searching for some hint of what was to come.

John led Alex to the center of the room, where a sturdy St. Andrew's Cross was secured to the floor. He guided Alex's wrists into the leather cuffs, one by one, securing them tightly yet not too tightly. He leaned in close, his breath warm against Alex's ear. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" he murmured. Alex's only response was a nod, his eyes squeezed shut. The scent of his arousal mingled with the sandalwood, a heady mix that made John's cock twitch with excitement.

But as John reached for the flogger, something in Alex's demeanor changed.

Alex's eyes snapped open, and for a split second, John caught a glimpse of something raw, something wild. The detective's pupils were wide, almost panicked, and his breathing had become erratic. John paused, the flogger dangling from his hand, watching the subtle shift in Alex's body language. The air grew thick with a tension that went beyond mere nerves.

John decided to test something. He stepped back and studied Alex's face, the flogger resting lightly against his thigh. "Alex," he said, his voice low and steady, "you mentioned you were experienced. How many times have you been in a scene like this?"

Alex's eyes darted to the floor. "M- many times," he stuttered, his voice betraying his lie.

John raised an eyebrow. "How many?"

Alex swallowed hard. "I... I can't count," he whispered, his voice trembling.

John's hand paused mid-air, the flogger still resting against his thigh. The silence stretched out between them, the only sound the crackling of the candle flames. Then, in a swift motion, John dropped the flogger and stepped closer to Alex, his eyes searching the detective's face. "What do you mean, you can't count?"

Alex's cheeks flushed, and he avoided John's gaze. "I-It just happend so m-many times t-that I have l-lost c-count" his voice barely audible.

John's hand shot out and grabbed Alex's chin, forcing him to look up. "You're lying to me," he said, his tone cold and hard. "I can see it in your eyes. Your hands aren't trembling with excitement, they're trembling with fear. Your breath isn't shallow because you're turned on, it's because you're scared shitless."

Alex's eyes widened, and he tried to pull away, but John's grip was like iron. "Please, you are wrong," he begged, his voice cracking.

John's gaze bore into him, unyielding. He knew that Alex was lying to him but he didn't know why, so John decided to scare him a little bit, he picked up the flogger again, letting the leather strands dance in the candlelight. "You know what happens to liars in my house, don't you?" Alex's pupils dilated even further, and his breathing hitched. John felt a thrill of power and control, but it was tinged with annoyance. He didn't tolerate deceit in his play.

Alex's voice was barely above a whisper. "Please, Sir, I'm not lying. I swear."

John's eyes narrowed. "Really?" He stepped closer, so that their chests were almost touching. "Prove it."

Alex gulped, his heart racing. He knew he was Vrchin over his head, but he had to keep up the facade. He had come here under false pretenses, but it wasn't for the thrill of the scene—it was for the case. The smell of leather and wax was overwhelming, and the heat from John's body was making it hard to think. He searched for a way to backpedal without revealing his true intentions.

John's grip on his chin tightened, and Alex felt a bead of sweat trickle down his spine. "I-I've been in scenes before," he stuttered, trying to find the right words. "But it's been a while."

John's gaze didn't waver. "How long?"

Alex swallowed again. "T-too long," he admitted, his voice shaking.

John's eyes searched Alex's face, looking for any sign of deception. "How long?" he demanded, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

Alex took a deep, shaky breath. "I-I haven't done this in over a year," he lied, his voice barely above a murmur.

John's eyes searched Alex's, looking for any flicker of dishonesty. He sensed the tension in the detective's body, the subtle tremors that spoke of fear rather than excitement. His gut told him something was off, but he gave Alex the benefit of the doubt. For now.

"Alright," John said, his voice still firm but a hint of curiosity now present. "If it's been a while, we'll take it slow. I want you to be comfortable and safe." He stepped back, releasing Alex's chin. "But remember, the safe word is 'red'. If you say it, everything stops."

Alex nodded fervently, relief washing over his features. "Thank you, Sir," he managed to croak out.

John nodded curtly, his gaze lingering on Alex for a moment longer than necessary. He had a feeling he wasn't getting the whole story, but he had to admit, the detective's reaction was intriguing. He decided to start with something simple, a warm-up to gauge Alex's true experience and reactions. He selected a soft, suede flogger from the rack on the wall.

As he approached the St. Andrew's Cross, John felt the energy in the room shift. Alex's breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling rapidly. John could see the pulse hammering in the detective's neck, the veins standing out like cords. He was either extremely scared or incredibly aroused, and John had a sneaking suspicion it was the former.

John stepped behind Alex and trailed the soft suede of the flogger along the detective's spine, watching as his muscles tensed and then relaxed again. The heat from the candles danced over their skin, casting a warm glow over the scene. "Remind me," John said, his voice a gentle rumble, "what is our safeword."

Alex breath hitched, he couldn't remeber so he said random color in hopes to be right, "Uh, green?"

John annoyenced was over the roof, it happens that subs forgets the safeword but not to the experienced ones and they definetely don't forget the standart one, it's like forgetting your own name. He raised an eyebrow, "Try again," John said, his voice still gentle but with a firmness that left no room for argument.

Alex's eyes widened in realization of his mistake. "B - blue," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

John's eyes narrowed, the doubt in his mind growing stronger. The detective's erratic behavior was not what he expected from someone who claimed to be experienced.

He stepped closer to Alex, the suede flogger still in his hand. "Why don't you tell me the truth, Alex?" His voice was low, but the intensity behind it was unmistakable.

" Uhm, p-pink?" Alex whispered.

John's grip on the flogger tightened, his jaw clenching. The lie was so transparent it was almost insulting.

"Pink?" he repeated, his tone one of disbelief. "Are you playing games with me, Alex?"

Alex's heart raced, and he could feel the sweat beading on his forehead. He knew he had been caught in his lie, and he had to think fast. "No, Sir," he managed to whisper, his voice trembling. "It's just, I—I..."

John stepped closer, his eyes boring into Alex's. "You what?" he prodded, his voice deceptively calm.

Alex swallowed hard, his mind racing. He couldn't tell John the truth—not yet. "I just... I was nervous," he stuttered, hoping it was a plausible excuse.

John's patience boiled over, he started undoing Alex's restrains, "We will stop this scene right now," he said with authority.

Alex's eyes went wide with panic, his breathing coming in gasps as he felt the cuffs loosen around his wrists. "N-no, please," he begged, "I-I can handle it. I just need to remember." The investigation could be ruined now.

John stepped back, his eyes narrowed. "You're not in any state to continue, Alex. We need to talk." He took off his gloves, tossing them onto the nearby chair. The candles flickered in the silence that followed, their shadows dancing on the walls.

Alex's relief was palpable as he felt the last cuff come free. He rubbed his wrists, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "Talk?" he repeated, his voice shaking.

John nodded, his expression unreadable. "Yes. We need to discuss why you lied to me about your experience." He walked over to the desk and picked up a small knife, flipping it open with a satisfying click. Alex's eyes followed the movement, his heart skipping a beat.

Alex licked his dry lips, trying to formulate a believable response. "I-I just wanted to impress you," he lied again, hoping it would be enough to keep the scene going. "I didn't mean to deceive you, Sir."

John's eyes remained cold as he studied Alex, the knife in his hand catching the candlelight. "Impress me?" he repeated, his voice laced with skepticism. "Or did you have an ulterior motive?"

Alex's mind raced, trying to come up with a plausible explanation that didn't involve the truth—that he was a detective, investigating John Tate for possible involvement in a string of BDSM-related assaults. He had to keep the charade going, at least for a little longer. "It's just... I've heard so much about you," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I didn't want to disappoint you."

John raised an eyebrow, the knife in his hand never wavering. "So, you thought lying about your experience would be a good way to do that?" His tone was icy, his patience wearing thin.

Alex swallowed hard, feeling the noose of his lie tightening around his neck. "I know it was wrong, but I thought if I could just get through this, I could learn from you," he pleaded, hoping his words sounded sincere.

John's gaze didn't soften. "You thought you could deceive me?" He took a step closer, the knife still in his hand. "What did you hope to gain from this, Alex?"

Alex took a step back, his eyes flickering to the door. "I-I just wanted to be close to you," he said, his voice shaking. "To understand you better."

Alex heard a voice coming from other room, was there other people, other victims, the people he is looking for?

John's eyes narrowed, the knife still in his hand. "You're not making any sense, Alex," he said, his voice cold. "Why would you risk coming here, lying to me, if all you wanted was to learn?"

Alex wasn't listening him, he was detective after all and John was the main suspect so he decided to act, to follow the voice, but first he had to deal with John to imobilaze him somehow.

Alex took a deep breath, his mind racing. He had to think fast. "I'm sorry, Sir," he said, his voice quivering. "I didn't mean to lie. I just wanted to be part of this world so badly."

John's eyes searched Alex's, looking for any hint of truth in his words. The voice grew louder, and Alex knew he had to act now. He took a step closer to John, closing the distance between them. He needed to knock out the knife out of John's hands so he can help the person upstair.

John watched Alex's movements with a mix of confusion and annoyance. "What are you doing?" he demanded, his grip tightening on the knife.

Alex didn't answer. Instead, he lunged forward, his hand reaching for the knife. John reacted instinctively, swiping the blade up to block Alex's grasp. The detective's hand connected with the knife, and for a heart-stopping moment, it was unclear who had the upper hand. The metal was cold and sharp against Alex's skin, and he felt a bead of blood form where it had nicked him.

John's eyes widened in surprise, his grip on the knife tightening. "What the fuck are you playing at?" he snarled, taking a step back.

Alex punched him in the face and ran upstairs, adrenaline pumping through his veins. The voice grew clearer, a muffled cry for help. John stumbled back, momentarily stunned by the unexpected attack. As Alex disappeared up the staircase, John roared in anger and gave chase, his own sense of betrayal and confusion.

The detective's legs burned as he took the stairs two at a time, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the quiet house. The hallway was lined with closed doors, each one a potential clue to what lay behind. The voice grew louder, and he could hear the muffled sound of someone struggling. He didn't know what he would find, but he knew he had to act fast.

John's footsteps pounded up the stairs after him, his fury palpable in the air. Alex's heart raced as he reached for the doorknob of the room the cries were coming from. It was locked. He took a deep breath and kicked the door with all his might. The wood splintered and gave way with a satisfying crack.

Inside, the room was a stark contrast to the study—harsh, white light illuminated a scene of horror. A young man, bound and gagged, was tied to a chair, his eyes wide with terror. Another man, dressed in a hood and wielding a knife, spun around, his eyes meeting Alex's with shock. The room was cluttered with ropes, gags, and other restraints—tools of a twisted trade that were all too familiar to a detective.

John didn't understand why this random sub was walking in to other people sessions, but he knew he had to stop him. He was in full chase mode, his heart thumping in his chest as he sprinted up the stairs. He had no idea what was going on but he knew that Alex wasn't supposed to be there, not like this. As he reached the top of the stairs, he saw the door to his playroom was open, the light spilling out into the hallway. He rushed in, the cold steel of the knife still in his hand, ready to protect himself and his space.

The sight that greeted him was not what he expected. The room was a mess, with ropes and gags scattered on the floor. The young man, a regular of his, was in a panic, his eyes wide with fear. He saw Alex putting his collegue in to the handcuffs.

John's mind raced. What the hell was going on here? "What are you doing?" he roared, charging into the room.

Alex whirled around, his handcuffs at the ready. "I'm arresting this man," he said, his voice firm despite his trembling hands. " You are under arrest all of you, except that poor man in chair" he said.

John watched shocked as he saw his collegue being tied to a radiator, and Alex picking up the sub. John was quite impressed Alex small frame didn't look like he would be able to carry a grown man and yet, here he was, carrying him out of the room with surprising ease.

He put two in two together in who Alex was, the way he was dressed, his erratic behavior, the lies, it all made sense now. This was a setup, a sting operation. John's eyes narrowed, the knife still in his hand, his mind racing. He had to think fast. He couldn't let this detective ruin everything he had built, simply because od misunderstanding.

"You're making a mistake," John said, his voice calm despite the rage boiling within him. "This is all consensual. Let him go, and we can talk about this."

Alex didn't flinch, his grip on the handcuffs unyielding. "Save it," he spat. "You're coming with me."

John clenched his jaw, watching as the detective cradled the shaking young man in his arms. He knew the truth of the situation—his world was about to crumble around him. But he wasn't going down without a fight. "You don't know what you're doing," he warned, taking a step forward.

Alex's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and determination. "I know exactly what's going on here," he said, his voice firm. "Now, drop the knife, and no one gets hurt."

John's gaze flicked from the handcuffs to the trembling young man in Alex's arms, then back to the detective's eyes. He knew he had to tread carefully. If he could just explain, maybe he could turn this situation around. "Listen to me," he said, his voice low and controlled. "This is a misunderstanding. We need to talk."

Alex's grip tightened on the handcuffs. "There's nothing to talk about," he said, his voice cold. "You're coming with me, and we're going to sort this out down at the station."

John's eyes narrowed. "You don't understand," he said, taking another step forward. "This is a consensual scene. We all agreed to this."

Alex's gaze didn't waver. "Consent can be taken away at any time," he said, his voice like steel. "And from the look on your face, you don't look convincing. Look at this poor man."

John looked at the man shaking in Alex's grip, he saw Alex's hand bleeding, his eyes searched the room and he noticed the first aid kit on the shelf, he took a step towards it. "Let me explain," he said, his voice still calm. "I can prove everything is consensual. We have agreements, we have rules. This isn't what you think it is."

Alex's eyes never left John's face, his hand tightening on the handcuffs. "Drop the knife, now," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument.

John's eyes flickered to the first aid kit and back to Alex. He knew he had to act fast if he wanted to salvage any part of this situation. With a sigh, he let the knife clatter to the floor. "Look," he said, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender, "I'll show you the paperwork. Everything is above board."

Alex's grip on the handcuffs didn't loosen. "You can explain everything at the station," he said, his voice firm. "For now, let's just get out of here."

John nodded slowly, his mind racing. He had to get out of this without anyone getting hurt. "Okay," he said, taking a step back. "But you're making a mistake."

Alex's eyes were unwavering. "We'll see about that," he said, his voice laced with a steely resolve that John had not heard before. He wasn't expecting this kind of resistance, but he knew that Alex had a job to do, and he wasn't going to let anyone stand in his way.

John took a deep breath, his mind racing. He had to think fast. He couldn't let the detective leave with that kind of evidence. "Look," he said, his voice as calm as he could make it, "I know this looks bad, but I can explain everything. Let's talk before you do anything rash."

Alex looked at him with a look that he rarely saw when people were talking to John, it was look of authority and power, something that John found surprisingly hot. But now was not the time for such thoughts.

"No talking," Alex said firmly, his voice brooking no argument. "You're coming with me."

John's heart was racing, but he knew he had to keep his cool. He took a step closer to Alex, his eyes searching the detective's for any hint of compassion. "Please," he said, his voice low and earnest. "You're not seeing the whole picture here."

Alex's expression didn't change. "I've seen enough," he said, his tone unyielding. "Now, let's go."

John felt a surge of frustration mixed with a strange thrill at Alex's dominance. He had never been in a situation where he wasn't the one in control, and the detective's unwavering confidence was both infuriating and intriguing. But he knew he had to play along, at least for now.

"Alright," he said, his voice tight. "Let's go."

Alex nodded curtly, then bent to pick up the knife John had dropped. He tucked it into his pocket, not taking his eyes off John for a second. He knew he had to keep the upper hand.

John watched as Alex secured the knife, his mind racing. He had to find a way out of this, but he also couldn't help feeling a strange attraction to the detective's unyielding demeanor. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced in a scene before—and it was thrilling.

The ride to the station was for John a mix of anger, fear and something else. Something that made his heart beat faster than the danger he was in. Alex remained professional, his eyes on the road, not once looking at John. The silence was thick, filled only with the occasional siren in the distance. John's mind raced, trying to think of a way to explain, to convince Alex that this was all just a misunderstanding.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, John spoke up. "You don't understand," he said, his voice tight. "This is a consensual community. We all have rules and agreements. Everything was consented to."

Alex's eyes remained on the road, but his grip on the steering wheel tightened. "Consent can be taken away at any time," he said firmly. "And I've been long enough in my profession to see how people like you view consent."

John felt his stomach drop. He knew the kind of 'people' Alex was referring to—the monsters who used BDSM as an excuse for their own twisted desires. He had to convince the detective that he wasn't one of them. "That's not what this is," he said, his voice strained. "I'd never hurt anyone without their consent."

Alex glanced at him briefly, his eyes hard. "That's what they all say," he said, his voice flat.

John felt his temper flare. "I'm not like that," he growled. "You can't just assume because you found some sickos that we're all the same."

Alex's jaw tightened, but he didn't take the bait. "I'm not assuming anything," he said, his voice cool. "But I have a job to do, and right now, that job is to get you to the station and figure out what's going on. Besides you are quickly loosing your temper, I wonder what you do when people under you don't have a choice."

John's eyes narrowed. "You don't know me," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You don't know what I'm capable of."

Alex's eyes remained on the road, but his grip on the steering wheel tightened. "That's the thing," he said, his voice calm. "I've seen enough to know that I don't want to find out."

John's frustration grew. He had to make Alex understand that he wasn't a monster. "Look," he said, his voice desperate. "I can prove it. We have contracts, we have safewords—everything is consensual."

Alex's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, checking for any signs of pursuit. "Contracts can be forged," he said, his tone unwavering. "Safewords can be ignored."

John's chest tightened with anger and fear. "They weren't," he said through gritted teeth. "Everything was real. I'd never—"

Alex cut him off with a sharp look. "We'll sort it out at the station," he said firmly. "For now, let's just get there. Also I am obligated to inform you that this conversation is being recorded." He said voice cold.

John felt a chill run down his spine, his eyes flicking to the dashboard where he noticed the red light of the recorder. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "Fine," he said, his voice tight. "But you're making a mistake."

Alex didn't respond, his focus on the road ahead. The tension in the car was palpable, the air thick with unspoken accusations and fear. John's mind raced, trying to come up with a way to convince Alex of his innocence. He knew that once they reached the station, it would be much harder to explain the intricacies of the BDSM lifestyle to those who were not part of it. The misunderstanding could easily be blown out of proportion, and his reputation—his life—would be in tatters.

As the car pulled up to the station, John felt the weight of his predicament settle on his shoulders. He took a deep breath and followed Alex into the brightly lit building, his heart pounding in his chest. The detective's hand was firm on his upper arm, guiding him through the maze of desks and officers with a confidence that was at once reassuring and intimidating.

The interrogation room was cold and stark, the only decoration a one-way mirror that John knew held the eyes of his fellow officers. Alex's grip tightened as he led him to a chair, his eyes never leaving John's. The detective took a seat across from him, a steely look on his face as he pulled out a notepad and pen.

They sat in silence for an hour, and John felt every second tick away, like a countdown to his doom. The cold steel of the handcuffs bite into his wrists, a stark reminder of his loss of control. Alex's gaze never left him, his eyes a storm of emotions John couldn't quite read. The room was suffocating, the air thick with accusations and doubt.

Alex, left the room, leaving John to stew in his own fear and frustration. The detective's absence was a stark reminder of his isolation. His mind raced with scenarios, trying to predict what was coming next. Would Alex believe him? Would he be able to explain the truth about the BDSM lifestyle without it being twisted into something monstrous?

The door swung open, and Alex re-entered with a file in hand. He took his seat, the chair scraping against the floor, and opened the file with a sigh. "John Tate," he said, reading off the top page. "Age 35, no criminal record. You're quite the enigma."

John leaned back in his chair, his eyes on the detective. "What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice tight with tension.

Alex's eyes met John's, his expression unreadable. "I don't apriciate your tone" he said simply. "Tell me about your involvement in the BDSM community. What kind of scenes do you usually engage in?"

John took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. "I'm a dominant," he said, his voice measured. "But everything I do is consensual. We have agreements, boundaries—it's all about trust and respect."

Alex rolled his eyes, " your involvement in the BDSM community. What kind of scenes do you usually engage in?" He said again, " I don't like to repeat myself " voice cold and comanding.

John felt his cheeks heat up with embarrassment. He had never had to explain his lifestyle to someone who didn't understand it before, especially not in a situation like this. "I'm a dominant," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "We negotiate scenes with our partners. It's about power exchange and mutual pleasure."

Alex raised his eyebrow, raising his hand in motion for John to continue speaking.

John took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. "Look, I know it might seem extreme to outsiders, but it's all about trust and communication. We set clear boundaries beforehand, and there's always a safeword to ensure everyone's consent is maintained." He paused, searching Alex's face for any hint of understanding. "This isn't about hurting people, it's about exploring the depths of human desire and control in a safe environment."

Alex rolled his eyes again," for someone who orders people around you suck at following orders, your involvement in the BDSM community. What kind of scenes do you usually engage in?" His voice annoyed and raised in volume.

John's jaw clenched, but he knew he had to cooperate. "I engage in various types of scenes," he said, his voice tight. "But it's always consensual. We have rules and agreements in place."

Alex's eyes bore into him, as if trying to see through the facade. "Care to specify those secenes for me, let me help you start" he asked, his tone skeptical. " They are alway consensual-" voice mocking, signaling to John to speak.

John took a deep breath, deciding to be as open as he could. "I enjoy bondage, domination,some impact play, and sometimes humiliation and degradation, sensory deprivation, but it's all agreed upon beforehand," he said, his voice steady. "We negotiate every detail to ensure everyone's comfort and safety."

Alex's eyes flicked down to the file, his pen poised to write. "And what about the young man we found in your playroom?" he asked, his voice devoid of emotion. "Was that part of your 'negotiation'?"

John's stomach turned at the thought of what Alex must have seen. "Yes," he said, his voice firm. "It was all consensual. He's a regular at my club, and we have a scene agreement."

Alex's gaze didn't waver. "And the knife?" he asked, his voice flat. "Was that part of the agreement?"

John's heart skipped a beat. "It was a prop," he said quickly. "Sometimes we use them for psychological play, but they're never used to harm."

Alex raised his injured hand, " Prop?, I see so you had a real knife but your collegue had a Prop?" voice cold.

John's face flushed with anger at the accusation. "Yes," he said through gritted teeth. "It was a prop for our scene. We never use real weapons."

Alex's eyes narrowed, his skepticism clear. "You never use real weapons yet my hand was bleeding," he said, gesturing to his own hand. "Or did you forget to mention that part of the 'agreement'?"

John felt his temper flare, but he knew he had to keep calm. "It was an accident," he said, his voice tight. "I got scared and tried to fight back. The knife was for show, not for actual use."

Alex leaned back in his chair, studying John with a cold gaze. "So, you're telling me that you had no intention of using that knife on anyone?"

John's eyes never left Alex's, his own stare intense. "I would never harm anyone without their consent," he said, his voice steady. "It's a fundamental rule of the lifestyle."

Alex's gaze remained unyielding. "But rules can be broken," he said, his tone cold. "And people can get hurt."

Alex rolled his eyes again and John was trying hard not to snap. "Look," John said, his voice strained, "I know it might not seem that way to you, but everything we do is consensual. The knife was a mistake, but it was never meant to be used. It was part of the scene."

Alex leaned forward, his elbows on the table. "I think you would want hear what your collegue had admitted to no?" he asked, his voice low.

John's heart sank. He had been so focused on defending himself that he had forgotten about the other man. "What did he say?" he asked, his voice tight with concern.

Alex's eyes remained cold as he spoke. "Amanda Titan, Barry Cook, Simon Baker " he said. "Does these names ring any bells to you ."

John's heart dropped. He knew these names, they were subs of the club, but he had no idea what Alex was referring to. "What about them?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Alex leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. "They've been your recent subs right?"

John nodded, his heart racing. "Yes," he said, his voice tight. "But what does that have to do with anything?"

Alex's eyes flicked down to the file in front of him. "You see your friend Harold," he said, his voice cold. "Had addmitted that those people who I just read to you, were all bought, in other words they are victims of sex trafficking, so long for your ' everything is consensual' story."

John felt his stomach drop. This was not what he was expecting. "That's impossible," he said, his voice shaking. "They all came to the club of their own free will."

John's face paled at instant and his heart sank. The accusation was so far from the truth that it was almost laughable, if the situation wasn't so dire. "That's a lie," he whispered, his voice hoarse with disbelief. "They were all there voluntarily."

Alex laughed empty, " I assure you it is not. Harlod also claims that you were aware of those people and the fact that they are victims"

John's world was crumbling around him. "That's a lie," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I had no idea."

Alex looked at him eyes cold, " Ah, yes you are different!"

John felt a knot form in his stomach. "I swear to you," he said, desperation creeping into his voice. "I had no idea. I would never be involved in something like that."

Alex leaned back, " Oh, why didn't you say, I guess you can go home." His voice mocking and satcastic.

John's eyes narrowed, "You're not taking this seriously," he said, his voice tight with anger. "These are people's lives we're talking about."

Alex's expression didn't change. "Exactly, and my job is to protect them from people like you and Harold," he said, his voice cold. "And all I have from you is a story about consent, I heard it way too many times to take it seriously"

John felt his anger boil over. "You think I'm a monster," he spat. "You think I'd be part of something like that?"

Alex stood up, " Why are you different?"

John's eyes searched Alex's, looking for any sign of understanding. "Because I care about my subs," he said, his voice fierce. "I wouldn't hurt them, I wouldn't let anyone else hurt them. Consent is everything to me."

" Yet, you proceed to the scenes with those people" Alex said eyes boring in to John's skull.

John felt a surge of anger and despair. "I didn't know," he said, his voice shaking. "I swear to you, I had no idea they were trafficked."

Alex chuckled " Oh, I am convinced!" He exclaimed.

John felt the urge to scream, his eyes burning with rage and fear. "You can't just ignore what I'm saying," he said, his voice rising. "You have to believe me."

Alex's expression remained unchanged as he closed the file with a finality that sent a shiver down John's spine. "I don't have to believe anything," he said, his voice calm and measured. "My job is to gather facts and evidence. And right now, the facts are not in your favor."

John felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. "What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice desperate.

" Well, if you lived in my world, people like you would be in jail, in my opinion all you Doms are just rapist in one way or another, but the goverment decided to give you a green card and people like me were told not to kink shame!" Alex said coldly.

John felt the room spin. The words hit him like a sledgehammer, each one heavier than the last. He had to get through to Alex, to make him understand that he wasn't a part of that world. "Detective," he began, his voice shaking. "You have to listen to me. This isn't about kink-shaming. It's about consent and trust."

Alex stood up and looked at John, the look truly terryfying and John felt a cold shiver down his spine. "Let's cut the crap, Mr. Tate," Alex said, his voice low and firm. "I don't care about your 'lifestyle' or your 'scenes'. What I care about are the victims in this case."

John's eyes widened, the reality of the situation crashing down on him. "I'm not a part of that," he said, his voice shaking. "I didn't know. You have to believe me."

Alex's gaze was unwavering. "I don't have to believe you and I don't" he said.

John felt his chest tighten, his breath coming in short gasps. "But you have to," he insisted, his voice pleading. "You can't just throw me in jail for something I didn't know about."

Alex stood up, uncuffing John's hands, " I am not happy about this but I have to let you go home, for now, since only thing we have is Harlod accusations that you knew and his admittion of him selling and buying people" his voice was filled with disgust.

John felt the handcuffs slide off his wrists, the metal cold against his skin. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his relief in check. "Thank you," he said, his voice shaky.

Alex came closer to John despite their high difference the small detective was intimidating in his own way." Your license will be short-term invalid, meaning that if you proceed to engage in any scenes during your shutdown you will be charged with the participation in trafficking ring."

John felt the room closing in on him. "What about the club?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Alex's expression softened, just a fraction. "The club is under investigation," he said, his voice firm. "But we need more to take it down. You may be there, but in that case we will be meeting often, since I have to interirogate other Dominants"

John nodded, feeling a mix of relief and fear. "What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice low.

" Your license will be renewed once the investigation ends, and of course once we will prove that either you are clean and just rape people in the way that the law allows it, or we can arrest you like Harold" He said his voice calmer but his eyes full of hate.

John felt his stomach drop. The club was his life, his sanctuary. Without it, he didn't know what he would do. "What about my subs?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

" I think that is clear that any contact or attempt of one will make things worse for you, your subs will be informed of your current situation." Alex responded mechanicly.

John felt a coldness seep into his bones. He had to protect his subs, had to make sure they knew the truth. "But they'll be scared," he said, his voice thick with concern. "They'll think I'm involved in something terrible."

" And maybe you are, all I have for now is your word and I am gonna be honest I am not a fan so far" Alex said opening the door.

John felt a wave of nausea wash over him as he was led out of the interrogation room and back into the bustling station. The cops' eyes followed him, whispering and judging. He knew he had to clear his name, not just for himself, but for his subs.

Alex lead him outside, " Go home Mr. Tate, and I hope that we won't meet again" he said leaving.

John looked back and saw Harold in the station, handcuffed and being taken away. The reality of the situation hit him like a truck. He had to do something to clear his name and protect his subs. As he walked out into the cold night, the weight of the world on his shoulders, he knew he had to act fast.

Once home, John's mind raced as he paced his living room, trying to think of a way to prove his innocence. He knew he had to find evidence that would exonerate him and expose the real culprits behind the trafficking ring. He couldn't just sit and wait for the investigation to unfold—he had to take matters into his own hands.

John's thoughts turned to his subs, the people who had placed their trust in him. He knew they would be confused and scared, and it was up to him to reassure them and keep them safe. He sent out messages to each of them, explaining the situation as best he could without revealing too much, promising to meet with them all as soon as possible.

The first to respond was Emily, a fiery redhead with a penchant for bondage and a sharp wit. "John," she wrote, her words echoing his own fears, "What the fuck is going on?"

John took a deep breath, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. "I've been accused of something terrible," he replied, his heart racing. "But I swear to you, it's not true. I need your help."

Emily's response was swift and furious. "What do you mean, accused?" she typed back. "What have you done?"

John's chest tightened. He knew he had to be careful with his words. "It's complicated," he replied. "But I need to talk to all of you. Can we meet tomorrow at the usual spot?"

The messages flew back and forth, a flurry of questions and concerns. Finally, they agreed to meet in the early afternoon at the quiet café where they often socialized outside of the club. John's thoughts were racing as he tried to figure out what to say to them, how to explain the horror that had just unfolded without breaking their trust.

The next day, John arrived at the café with a heavy heart, his stomach in knots. He saw them already seated at their usual table, their faces a mix of fear and anger. As he approached, they fell silent, their eyes on him like hawks.

"John," Emily said, her voice trembling. "What's going on? The club's closed, and all we've heard are rumors."

Before John could respond, the small detective made his arrival, " My name is Nico Front, and I am detective that deals with sex trafficking and sexual expolidation of any kind as well buying and selling people" he said voice kind and soft. He turned to John eyes shifting to hate, " Mr. Tate, I thought that I made it clear that any attempt of contact with your subs is prohibited, yet here you are!"

John's heart raced as he saw the look of anger in Nico's eyes, "I'm sorry," he stammered, "but I had to tell them the truth, they need to know I'm not involved in this."

Nico's gaze shifted from John to the subs, his expression unreadable. "The truth is," he began, his voice calm and measured, "that your club is under investigation for its possible involvement in a trafficking ring. And until we have more information, it's best for everyone involved to stay away from it. And your Dominant is under investigation as well, I didn't mean to talk to like this however"

The subs exchanged worried glances, their fear palpable in the tense silence that followed. "But John would never..." Emily began, her voice trailing off as she searched John's eyes for reassurance.

" That is not for me to decide," Nico jumped in, " however I will meet up with you invidually under mine requimerents," Nico said giving them his work number.

John felt his stomach drop, the fear and uncertainty in their eyes was too much to bear. "I'll do whatever it takes to clear my name," he said firmly, his voice echoing with determination. "And I'll make sure you're all safe."

Nico ignored him, " All I can say for now is that my advice is to avoid , as I mentiond he is one of the suspects, if he tries to contact you again or blackmail you in any form please call me without a second thought, I will protect you the best I can!" His voice kind yet stern.

John's subs looked at him with a mix of confusion and fear, and he could see the doubt starting to creep in. "Please," he said, his voice cracking, "you have to believe me. I'm innocent. I'll do anything to prove it."

" If any of you want to talk to me please feel free if not, I will contact you shortly and we will deal with the details " Nico said looking at the subs his eyes gentle.

John watched as they all nodded, looking at him with uncertainty and fear, their trust in him wavering. He felt a tear roll down his cheek, but he steeled himself. He couldn't break down now. He had to be strong for them.

" As you wish," he said to the subs. He turned his attention to John, " For someone who preaches about consent and boundaries, you acted quickly to go against what I had adviced" Nico's eyes full of contempt.

John felt his face flush with anger. "I had to tell them the truth," he said through gritted teeth. "They need to know I'm not a monster."

Nico remained calm and measurred, " And I said we will take care of that, for someone who is supposed to be a Dom you sure get mad rather quickly, makes me question how you handle it in your scenes, when people under you have no way of power nor chance to escape."

John clenched his fists, the accusation stinging deep. "You don't know anything about me," he spat back. "Or what we do in the club."

" And that is why I am here, to look at what you do to people under a pretense of consent " Nico's demeanure screaming autorithy.

John felt his anger boil over, but he knew he had to keep his cool. He took a deep breath and forced a calm smile. "You're welcome to come to the club and see for yourself," he said, his voice steady. "But only when it's open again."

" I am afraid you are in no position to demand anything of me" Nico said stepping closer to John, " Now I belive it will be best to leave and not disrupt the other customers here, right?"

John nodded, his jaw tight, and turned to leave. As he passed Nico, he couldn't help but whisper, "You're wrong about me."

Nico's hand shot out, grabbing John's arm in a firm grip. "Don't push your luck," he warned, his voice low and threatening. "You're on thin ice. It seems like you are forgetting that you are in fact a suspect of sex trafficing and involment in those rings"

John felt his anger flare up, but he knew that fighting back would only make things worse. He nodded and pulled his arm away, walking out of the café with as much dignity as he could muster. Once outside, he leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath. The cold air stung his cheeks, but it was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.

The accusations were like a bad dream that just kept getting worse. He had to find a way to clear his name and protect his subs, even if it meant going against the detective's orders.

John's mind raced as he walked home, the cold air doing little to cool his burning anger. How could anyone think he would be involved in something so vile? He had dedicated his life to the BDSM community, helping people find their way in a world that often misunderstood and vilified them.

The door to his apartment slammed shut behind him, the echo of the sound bouncing off the walls, punctuating the silence. He needed to think, to plan. He had to find a way to prove his innocence and protect the people he cared about.

John pulled out his phone and called his lawyer, the words tumbling out in a rush as he recounted the events of the last 24 hours. His voice was strained, a mix of anger, fear, and frustration. The lawyer's calm demeanor was a stark contrast to the turmoil raging inside him.

"John," she said firmly, cutting through his panic, "you need to stay away from the club and the subs for now. We don't want to give the detective any more ammo."

John nodded, his jaw clenched. "But what about them?" he asked, his voice desperate. "They need to know the truth."

"We'll handle it," the lawyer assured him. "For now, focus on yourself. We'll need to prepare a solid defense."

John sank into his couch, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. He knew he couldn't just sit around and wait. He had to find a way to help, to prove his innocence. His thoughts raced, trying to piece together any information that could lead him to the truth. And then it hit him—his club's records. If he could show that the subs had signed consent forms and were there of their own accord, it might help his case.

With a newfound sense of purpose, John jumped up and headed to his office. His heart raced as he booted up his computer and scanned through the club's files, looking for anything that could exonerate him. Each signed form was a beacon of hope in a sea of despair. He gathered them meticulously, his hands shaking as he thought of the people he'd left behind in the club.

As he sifted through the papers, his mind wandered to the moments he'd shared with his subs. The trust in their eyes, the way they'd submit to him so willingly—it was sacred. He couldn't bear the thought of them being hurt by the very system he believed in.

John's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. He tensed, expecting the worst, but when he opened it, he found himself face to face with Clara, a sub who had been with him for years. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and she looked like she hadn't slept in days.

"Clara," he said, his voice filled with relief. "Thank God you're okay."

"John," she whispered, her voice trembling. "They said you knew, that you were a part of it."

John's heart broke at the sight of her pain. He pulled her into a gentle embrace, feeling the warmth of her body against his. "I swear to you, Clara," he murmured into her hair. "I had no idea. I would never hurt you or any of them."

Clara pulled back, looking up at him with a mix of hope and doubt. "But the detective said..."

John's eyes searched hers, his voice firm. "I know what he said, but it's not true. I need you to trust me."

Clara's shoulders slumped, and she nodded. "Okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But what are we going to do?"

John's gaze was determined as he looked at her. "We're going to fight this together," he said, his voice strong. "We'll find out who's really behind this and clear my name. And we'll make sure the club is safe for everyone."

Clara nodded, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "But what about the others?" she asked, her voice quivering. "They're so scared."

John felt a surge of protectiveness wash over him. "We'll get through this," he assured her, his voice firm. "We'll stick together and make sure everyone's okay."

Together, they sat down at the desk, the pile of consent forms between them. Clara took a deep breath and began to read through the documents, her eyes scanning the neatly typed lines. "They're all here," she said, her voice shaking. "Every single one of us signed up willingly."

John nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "We have to show this to Nico," he said. "We have to prove that we're not part of this."

Clara's hand trembled as she handed him the stack of forms. "But what if he doesn't believe us?" she asked, her voice barely audible.

John took the papers, his expression resolute. "We'll make him believe," he said. "We'll get to the bottom of this."

They spent hours going through the documents, meticulously cataloging every detail. Clara's dedication was unwavering, her fear and anger fueling her determination. John couldn't help but admire her strength, despite the turmoil she was facing.

As they worked, John couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. Paranoia gnawed at him, a constant reminder of the precariousness of their situation. He glanced at the clock, the ticking a relentless metronome counting down to their inevitable confrontation with the detective.

"John," Clara said, her voice shaking him from his thoughts. "We have to do something."

John looked up, his eyes meeting Clara's. "I know," he said, his voice heavy with determination. "We'll go to the station tomorrow. We'll show them the forms, explain everything."

Clara nodded, her eyes brimming with hope. "But what if they don't listen?" she whispered.

John took a deep breath, his hand resting reassuringly on her shoulder. "Then we'll keep fighting," he said. "We'll find more evidence, more people to vouch for us. We'll make them see the truth."

The next day, John and Clara walked into the police station, the cold, sterile air a stark contrast to the warmth of John's apartment. They were led to an interview room, where a detective was waiting for them, his expression unreadable.

" Where is Nico?" John asked.

The detective's eyes narrowed. "He's in the club right now," he said, his tone clipped. "I'm Detective Jenkins. He told me to handle your... situation."

John's heart sank. "The club's under investigation," he said, his voice firm. "I need to speak to him."

Detective Jenkins sighed, his expression unchanging. "I'm sorry, Mr. Tate," he said, "but Detective Front is busy at the moment. But I can take your statement and any evidence you have."

John felt his frustration grow, but he pushed it down. He handed over the stack of consent forms to the detective, his heart racing as he watched the man's eyes skim over them. "These are all signed," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "They prove that everything that happens at my club is consensual."

Detective Jenkins' eyes flicked up to meet John's, a hint of skepticism in his gaze. "Consent forms can be forged," he said, his voice flat.

John felt his frustration bubble over. "These are real," he insisted. "You can check the signatures, the dates—everything."

Detective Jenkins took the papers, his expression unreadable. "We will," he said. "But that's not enough to prove your innocence."

John clenched his fists, trying to keep his anger in check. "What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice tight.

Detective Jenkins leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving John's. "We want the truth," he said. "We want to know who's really behind this trafficking ring. But we do it our way, you may leave , unless you want to tell me something"

John felt the walls closing in on him. "I don't know anything about trafficking," he said, his voice strained. "But I'll do whatever it takes to help you find the truth."

Detective Jenkins nodded, his eyes flicking over Clara before returning to John. "I'll keep that in mind," he said, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "For now, stay away from the club and any of its members. We're watching you."

John and Clara left the station feeling defeated. The cold stares and accusations had taken their toll, and John's resolve was starting to waver. As they stepped into the chilly air, Clara took his hand, her grip firm. "We'll get through this," she said, her voice steady.

John looked down at her, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you for believing in me," he murmured, squeezing her hand in return.

Clara gave him a small smile, her own fears momentarily forgotten in the face of his pain. "I know you, John," she said. "You're not capable of that."

John took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of Clara's hand in his. He had to keep fighting, for her, for all of his subs. He had to find a way to clear his name and save the club that had become his home.

He decided to go to the club, despite the detective's warning. He had to see it for himself, to find any clue that could help him. The club was a darkened shell of its former self, the emptiness echoing his own feelings of isolation. John's eyes searched the familiar space, looking for anything that could help prove his innocence. The leather couches, the gleaming chrome restraints, the walls lined with whips and paddles—everything was as he'd left it, but it all felt tainted now.

As he moved through the shadows, he couldn't help but think of the nights filled with passion and pain, the cries of pleasure and the sighs of release. It was his sanctuary, a place where he could be himself without judgment. Now, it was a crime scene, a place where his life was being dissected and questioned.

John's eyes fell upon the stage, where he had so often performed scenes with his subs. The memories of their shared experiences sent a shiver down his spine. It was there that he had first seen Nico, the detective who had turned his world upside down.

The sound of voices echoed through the empty space, and John's heart skipped a beat. He heard arguing.

John followed the sound to the back room, where Nico was standing with an Alpha Dom Boris.

Boris was an old member to the club, one who had rubbed John the wrong way from the start. His methods were rougher than John preferred, and his disregard for boundaries had been noted by several of the subs. John had warned him multiple times to be careful, but Boris had always shrugged it off, claiming that was just the way he played.

He saw Nico speaking to him and getting in his face, John could almost hear the way Nico was speaking, the way how he knew how to push the buttons, to make one snap, to make one admit something that wasn't true. Boris's face was red with anger and frustration, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.

John took a step back, hiding in the shadows, his heart racing. This was his chance to listen, to learn what Nico knew, what he was after. He had to be careful, though. If Nico saw him, everything could go wrong.

The conversation grew more heated, Nico's voice rising above the murmurs. "Where are they?" he demanded. "Where are the people you've been selling?"

Boris's laugh was cold and mocking. "You think I'd tell you?" he spat. "You're just like the rest of them—think you're better because you've got a badge."

John's stomach twisted. Boris had always been a loose cannon, but this was something else entirely. If Nico thought he was involved in the trafficking ring, he could ruin everything. John had to find a way to get him to talk, to confess, before it was too late.

He took a step closer, his heart racing. The tension in the room was palpable, like a tight coil ready to snap. Nico's eyes darted around the space, and John knew he was looking for something, anything that could tie Boris to the trafficking case. Boris's smug smile only made him angrier.

Boris yelled at Nico, his fists clenched in anger. "You're wasting your time," he sneered. "You're going to ruin a good man's reputation with your baseless accusations."

Nico spat back at him, "Your definition of 'good' and mine differ vastly, Boris. Now, where are the people you've been selling?"

John's breath hitched. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Boris had always been a thorn in his side, but he never thought the man capable of such monstrous acts. He watched as Boris's grip tightened on the metal chair he held, his knuckles turning white.

"You have no idea what you're talking about," Boris growled. "This club is about consent, not your sick fantasies."

" Ah, yes I heard that one, it is all about consent until someone like Harold admitts to buying people for his scenes" Nico spat back, his disrespect evident.

John's mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle. He knew he had to do something, to stop Nico from making false accusations that could destroy the lives of innocent people.

But before John could act, Boris was quicker, he punched Nico and pushed him to the ground, he started to beat the living shit out of the small detective.

John felt torn, he knew he had to do something but he also knew that if he intervened, it would only make things worse. He watched in horror as Boris's fists connected with Nico's face, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing through the room.

Nico was no match for Boris's brute strength, and John knew that, but he couldn't just stand there and watch. He had to act. With a roar, John leapt from the shadows, his body moving on instinct. He tackled Boris, sending them both crashing into a shelf of toys and supplies. The impact sent pain shooting through John's body, but he ignored it, focusing solely on the rage in Boris's eyes.

They rolled on the floor, a tangle of limbs and fury. John felt his own anger boiling over, mixing with the fear and adrenaline that had been building since the investigation began. He slammed Boris's head into the ground, the sound of the impact echoing in his ears. "You son of a bitch," he snarled.

Boris managed to get a hand around John's throat, squeezing tightly. John's eyes bulged, and he gasped for air, his hands desperately clawing at the man's arm. The room grew hazy, his vision narrowing to just the twisted expression on Boris's face. John felt something under his arm and he hit Boris with all his strenght in the face with the metal chair, making him release his grip.

Gasping for breath, John scrambled to his feet, his eyes searching for Nico. The detective was curled in himself on the floor, his face bruised and bloodied, heaving wetly, but conscious. "You okay?" John choked out, extending a hand to help him up.

Nico looked up at him eyes filled with fear and terror, his lip was split and his nose looked broken.

John felt sorry for him, but there was no time for pity now. "We need to get out of here," he said urgently, his voice strained. "Boris is dangerous."

Nico didn't move eyes unseeing, his breaths were heavy and painful. John got a better look at him and felt his own anger boil over again. He had never seen the detective so vulnerable, so broken. He knew he had to act fast.

John grabbed Nico's arm, ignoring the detective's feeble protests, and began to pull him to his feet. Each movement sent a shockwave of pain through his own body, a reminder of the brutal fight they'd just survived. "Come on," he urged, his voice strained with effort. "We need to get out of here before he comes to."

Nico however was in panic mode, he stabbed John in is arm and frantically started backing away from John, eyes wide with fear.

John felt the sharp pain of the knife and looked down at the crimson stain spreading on his shirt. "What the fuck, Nico?" he roared, his hand going to the wound.

The detective's eyes were wild with fear, the knife still in his trembling hand. "You're just like the rest of them," Nico spat out, his voice thick with blood. " Don't touch me. Don't hurt me."

John felt the betrayal like a knife to the heart, the irony of the situation not lost on him. "Nico, it's me," he gasped, trying to keep his voice steady despite the pain. "John. I'm not like them. I'm trying to help you."

John recognized the look in Nico's eyes, he had seen it on several subs that were scared and needed to be treated like wounded animals.

He took a step back, his hand still pressed against the knife wound, blood seeping through his fingers. "Okay, okay," he said soothingly, his voice calm despite the pain. "I won't come near you."

Nico's breathing was still eratic, and his grip on the knife didn't loosen. The little detective had managed to squeezed himself to the corner of the room. John could see the fear and confusion in his eyes, and it broke his heart. He had never wanted to be the one to cause that look in someone's eyes, not even Nico.

John took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions that were raging within him. He knew he had to handle this carefully. "Nico, listen to me," he said, his voice low and steady. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm here to help."

For what felt like an eternity, Nico remained frozen, his chest heaving with each panicked breath. John knew he had to get them out of there, but the detective's panic was palpable. He took another step back, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "Let's go," he said softly. "We need to get you to a doctor."

Nico flinched at the mention of leaving, the knife still clutched in his hand. "No," he murmured, his voice shaking. "You can't be trusted."

John's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. "You're not making sense," he said firmly. "You're the one who's hurt me, Nico. We need to get out of here before Boris wakes up."

The mention of Boris seemed to snap Nico out of his fear-induced haze. His eyes flicked to the unconscious form of the Alpha Dom, and then back to John. For a moment, John saw a flicker of the detective he knew, the one who was strong and in control. Then it was gone, replaced by a look of horror.

John decided he is gonna treat Nico like he would treat a scared submissive, with care and patience. "Look at me, Nico," he said, his voice calm and commanding. "I'm going to take the knife now, okay?"

Nico's eyes darted between the knife and John's face, his grip on the weapon tightening. "No," he whimpered, his voice barely audible. Nico started to press his body more into the wall behind him.

John took another step back, his hand slowly extending in a non-threatening gesture. "Okay," he said, his voice soothing. "You're safe."

Nico's eyes searched John's, desperation and fear warring within them. " S-s-stop, doing it, I am n-n-not one of the people you... don't a-a-act nice!" He said voice filled with genuine terror.

John's heart broke at the sight of Nico's fear. He knew he had to handle this with care. "I'm not acting," he said, his voice as gentle as he could manage through his own pain.

He took another deep breath, his hand still outstretched. "Nico, please," he pleaded. "I need the knife."

Nico's grip tighten, John realised that this is no way, his eyes landed on one of the prop knives they use for scenes, it was bigger than the one Nico was holding and definetly wouldn't hurt John if Nico paniced even more, he took a slow step backward, keeping his eyes on Nico the whole time, trying to calm him down with his voice, "Nico, please, let me show you something" John said calmly as he reached behind his back and pulled out the prop knife.

Nico's eyes grew even wider if that was possible, "Fuck off!" He screamed, pushing himself even further into the wall.

John knew he had to act fast. "How about this knive? Huh, it's bigger than the one you have" he said, his voice calm and soothing. " Would it make you feel safer? Is also lighter so you can move it quicker" John hoped that Nico would take the prop, and then he could get them out of there.

Nico stared at the prop knife, his eyes flicking between it and the one in his hand. For a moment, John thought he saw a glimmer of recognition, a spark of the man he had come to know. Then, with a sob, Nico nodded " Slowly, give me the knife!" John knew Nico tried to sound authoritative but it was hard to pull off the way he was shaking.

John approached him, holding the prop knife by the blade, offering the handle to Nico with both his hands, his movements slow and deliberate. Nico's eyes never left John's, the fear in them like a living thing. When their hands touched, Nico's trembling fingers closed around the prop knife, and John gently pried the real one from his grip.

He tossed the real knife aside, the clatter of it hitting the floor seemed to echo through the quiet room. Nico's eyes followed it, and then back to John, his expression a mix of confusion and relief. "Thank you," John murmured, his voice still gentle.

Nico took a shaky breath, his grip on the prop knife tightening. "Why?" he managed to ask, his voice hoarse from the fight.

John knew this would be scary for the detective but he needed to get them out of there, " Nico I need you to trust me," John said, his voice still calm and soothing. "We need to get out of here. Can you walk?"

" Don't touch me! I will stab you" Nico said still scared.

John decided to pick Nico up and carry him out. The little man in his arms went wild, stabbing John with the prop, so it was useless, Nico was hitting him with the knive everywhere he could reach, John's head, shoulders, neck, back. John was in a lot of pain but he knew he had to keep calm, "Nico, Nico, it's okay," he cooed in a calm voice that he hoped would sooth the detective.

It took every ounce of his strength to keep his cool as the prop knife jabbed into his skin over and over again. Each stab sent a shock of pain through him, but he focused on the task at hand. He had to get Nico out of here, to safety. "You're okay," he murmured, his voice steady despite the chaos of his thoughts. "You're safe with me."

John could feel the stabs slowly stopping, but the detective was still fighting with everything he had in him and John could feel himself getting weaker from the loss of blood. "Nico, please," he said, his voice tight with pain. "You have to stop. We need to get out of here."

Then everything stopped, Nico went completly limp in his arms, John didn't know wheter to be happy that he can fianly catch his breath or to be more concered, the blood was still coming out of his arm but he had to move fast. He managed to carry Nico out of the club, his own strength dwindling with every step. The cold night air hit them like a slap in the face, and John's vision swam.

He knew he couldn't go to a hospital, not like this. They would ask questions he wasn't ready to answer. He had to get Nico somewhere safe, somewhere they could talk, figure this out. He stumbled down the alley, looking for a place to hide, his mind racing.

He decided to go home, it was the only place he knew that was safe, that was his domain. John stumbled through the alleyways, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The pain from the knife wound was intense, but he pushed through it, driven by the weight of Nico in his arms and the need to get him to safety.

Finally, he reached the small, nondescript apartment building that was his sanctuary. He fumbled with the keys, his hands slippery with blood, and managed to unlock the door. Inside, the apartment was dark and quiet, the only light coming from the flickering streetlamp outside the window. He laid Nico down on the couch, the detective's eyes still glazed with fear and confusion.

John grabbed a first-aid kit from the kitchen, his hands shaking as he tried to patch up his own wound. The fabric of his shirt was sticky with blood, and the pain was becoming unbearable. He knew he needed medical attention, but not before he got some answers. He had to make sure Nico was okay first.

Kneeling beside the couch, John gently rolled Nico onto his back, checking for any other injuries. The detective's breathing was shallow, but steady. His eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, John saw the recognition flicker in their depths. Then, just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by the same panic that had consumed him at the club.

"Nico, it's me," John whispered, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You're safe. You're with me."

The detective's eyes searched John's face, the fear slowly draining from them as he took in the surroundings of John's apartment. He took a deep, shaky breath, the prop knife falling from his hand and clattering to the floor.

John took this moment to bind his own wound, his eyes never leaving Nico. "I'm going to get you some water," he said, his voice gentle. "Stay here."

He moved to the kitchen, his steps unsteady, and filled a glass with water. When he returned, Nico was laying on the floor eyes closed.

John knelt beside him, placing the glass of water on the coffee table. He watched Nico's chest rise and fall, the only indication that he was alive. "Nico," he whispered, gently shaking the detective's shoulder. "You need to wake up."

Nico's eyes remained closed, his breaths shallow. Concerned, John leaned in closer, his hand hovering over the detective's chest, feeling the throb of his heart beneath his palm. "Nico," he repeated, his voice firm yet gentle. "You need to wake up."

Nico was not opening his eyes, John's own heart was racing, he didn't know what to do. He knew he had to get help, but he was scared to leave Nico alone. He had to trust him, he had to make him understand. He took a deep breath and leaned closer to Nico's ear, "You need to wake up," he whispered, "I'm going to call an ambulance, okay?"

Nico's eyes snapped open, the fear now replaced by something else, something more urgent. "No," he croaked out, his voice barely audible. "No hospital."

John's eyes searched Nico's, trying to gauge his intentions. "I need to get this looked at," he said, his voice strained. "And you...you're not okay."

Nico sat up his eyes dropping to the floor. "But not the hospital." He murmured.

John nodded his head, understanding the detective's reluctance. He knew that taking Nico to the hospital would raise too many questions, questions that could lead back to the club and the subs. He didn't want to put them in any more danger than they already were.

He carefully got up, his body protesting with every movement. The pain from his stab wound was intense, but he had to ignore it for now. He walked over to his desk and pulled out his phone, dialing a number from memory. It was a doctor he knew from the BDSM community, someone who understood the lifestyle and would keep their secrets.

As the phone rang, John couldn't help but think about the irony of the situation. Just hours ago, he had been the one in control, the one calling the shots. Now, he was the one in need of help, the one who had been betrayed.

Dr. Laura picked up on the third ring, her voice calm and professional. "John," she said, "What's wrong?"

John took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice steady. "I've been stabbed," he said, the words feeling surreal as they left his lips. "It's not life-threatening, but I need you to come over."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line before Dr. Laura spoke again. "Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can," she said, her voice filled with concern. "Is there anything you can do to stem the bleeding until I arrive?"

John nodded, though she couldn't see him. "Yeah," he said, his voice tight with pain. "I've got it under control."

He managed to get to his feet and into the bathroom, where he grabbed a clean towel and wrapped it tightly around his arm. The fabric quickly turned a deep crimson, but the pressure helped ease the pain somewhat. He stumbled back into the living room, his vision swimming.

Nico was still sitting on the floor, his eyes wide and unfocused. John could see the wheels turning in his head, the confusion and fear still present. "We need to talk," John said, his voice firm despite his weakening state. "What the hell is going on?"

Nico looked up at him, his expression a mix of emotions. "You weren't supposed to be there at the club" he murmured, his voice shaking. "Then I got hit, fuck I got bodied"

John's patience was wearing thin, "Why did you stab me, Nico?" he asked, his voice a mix of pain and anger.

" Because I got beaten the shit out of me, by one of your people and then you snatched me up dragging me god knows where" Nico said voice tried.

John felt a cold anger wash over him, "Nico, that was me trying to save you from Boris, I had to get you out of there before he woke up, I didn't mean to scare you"

Nico looked at him, he whispered, "But I've seen what happens to people who get involved with these types of places. I couldn't... I couldn't trust you."

John's eyes searched Nico's, understanding dawning. "You thought I was going to hurt you," he said, his voice thick with a mix of anger and sadness.

Nico nodded, his eyes filling with tears. "I've seen it before," he choked out. "I've seen people like you..."

John's anger faded, replaced by a deep sadness. He knew all too well the horrors that could happen in the hands of a sadist masquerading as a Dom. He took a step towards Nico, his hand outstretched.

"Nico, I'm not like that," he said, his voice gentle. "I care about my subs, I would never hurt them."

The detective looked at John's outstretched hand, his eyes searching for any sign of deceit. He didn't take Johns hand, " I don't need you to act like you care, I have been through worse, I got thrown from third floor once so I will be fine"

John felt a cold rage at the thought of someone doing that to Nico, his hand clenched into a fist.

"You're not fine," John said, his voice low and firm. "You're hurt, and you need help."

" I can do it on my own" Nico said stubbornly, getting up to leave, " I am sorry about your arm, but you are still a suspect" he said more gently than he would before.

John felt a cold wave of reality crash over him, "Sit down, Nico," he said, his voice firm.

Nico's legs gave out, and he fell back down heavily on the couch, his eyes never leaving John's. "What are you going to do to me?" he whispered, his voice trembling.

John's expression softened, the anger draining from his eyes. "I'm not going to do anything to you," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "I just want to help you."

Nico stared at him, his eyes searching for any hint of a lie. After a moment, the detective's shoulders slumped in defeat. "I don't know who to trust anymore," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

John sighed, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. "You can trust me," he said, his voice earnest. "I'm not like the people you've seen before."

Nico's eyes searched John's, looking for any sign of deceit. After what felt like an eternity, he nodded, his eyes filling with unshed tears. "Okay, just for tonight" he murmured, his voice shaking.

After Dr. Laura left, it was time for bed, but sleep eluded John. His mind raced with thoughts of Nico, the club, and the investigation. He knew he had to find a way to clear his name and protect his subs. The sound of a door opening caught his attention, and he turned to see Nico standing in the doorway, his eyes heavy with unshed tears.

"I don't think I can sleep alone," the detective murmured, his voice cracking. "I didn't need the bed just to be in same room."

John felt a pang of something unfamiliar. It was a mix of pity and protectiveness. He nodded, gesturing to the chair beside his bed. "You can stay here," he said, his voice gentle. "Just for tonight."

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving John's. He moved to the chair, his movements slow and deliberate, like he was afraid to break the fragile truce between them. He sat down heavily, his eyes never leaving John's face. John could see the exhaustion etched into every line of his body, the fear that still lurked in the depths of his gaze.

John knew he had to do something to put Nico at ease. He couldn't bear to see the man he was growing to care for so much in pain. He took a deep breath, willing his own fear and anger away. "You can lie down if you want," he offered, his voice gentle. "I'll keep an eye on you."

Nico hesitated for a moment before slowly climbing into the bed, his movements tentative. He lay down on his side, his back to John. The bed dipped slightly with his weight, and John felt a strange sense of comfort at having him there. He knew it was temporary, that come morning, they would be back to being adversaries, but for now, they were just two people who needed each other.

John lay there for a while, listening to the sound of Nico's uneven breathing. He could feel the detective's tension, the fear that still clung to him like a second skin. He reached out, his hand brushing against Nico's shoulder. The detective flinched, but didn't pull away.

John whispered, "You don't have to be afraid of me." His voice was gentle, a stark contrast to the authority he usually wielded in the dungeon.

Nico's body remained tense, his back still to John. "I'm not," he lied, his voice barely above a murmur.

John didn't push it, his hand resting lightly on Nico's shoulder. He knew the detective needed time to process everything that had happened. He also knew that the fear wasn't entirely unfounded. The world of BDSM was often misunderstood, and John had seen firsthand the damage that could be done when it was taken to extremes.

He took a deep breath, his mind racing with thoughts of how to fix this mess. He needed to find a way to prove to Nico that he was a good man, a responsible Dominant who cared for his subs. He needed to find a way to clear his name and protect his club.

The silence in the room was thick, the only sound the distant sirens outside and the occasional car passing by. John's thoughts were interrupted by a soft sniffle from the bed. He turned his head to see Nico's shoulders shaking slightly, his breathing uneven. He was crying.

John's heart clenched at the sight, and he gently wrapped his arm around Nico's waist, pulling him closer. The detective stiffened for a moment before relaxing into the embrace, his sobs quieting into hiccups. John held him, his mind racing with the gravity of the situation. He had never felt so protective of someone outside of a scene, and the feeling was both terrifying and exhilarating.

They laid there in the quiet, the only sounds the muffled cries and the distant hum of the city. John felt Nico's breathing even out as he drifted into a fitful sleep. He knew he should be thinking about the club, about the implications of what had happened tonight, but all he could focus on was the warmth of Nico's body against his own.

John's mind raced with scenarios, trying to figure out how he could help Nico understand that not all Doms were monsters. That there was a world of difference between the consensual power exchange of BDSM and the horrors that had clearly marred the detective's past. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he also knew that he couldn't let Nico go back into the world with such a skewed view of what it meant to submit.

He felt Nico's body tense and knew that the detective was still awake. "Shh," John murmured, his voice soothing. "It's okay. You're safe here."

Nico's breath hitched, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he turned slightly, his face now burried in John's chest, he pressed more firmly against him. John's arm tightened around him, pulling him closer. He could feel the warmth of Nico's skin through the fabric of their clothes, the steady beat of his heart against his own chest.

John lay there, his own thoughts swirling like a tornado. He had to figure out how to handle the investigation, how to prove that the club was safe and consensual. But right now, in this moment, all that mattered was Nico. The detective who had stumbled into his life and turned it upside down.

He felt the weight of Nico's head on his chest, the rise and fall of his breaths as he finally succumbed to sleep. The trust in that simple act was more than John could have ever hoped for. He sniffled his hair and he could smell the scent of mint, something from his shampoo, and something else, something uniquely Nico. It was a scent that was comforting despite the chaos of the night.

In the morning John woke up to an empty bed, Nico was gone. He felt a panic rush through him. He sat up, his head pounding from the events of the night before. His arm was bandaged neatly, the pain a constant reminder of the betrayal. He threw the covers off and stumbled to the kitchen, his mind racing. As he reached the kitchen he noticed the now luke-warm coffee, and Nico's business card next to it.

Picking up the card, he felt a strange mix of anger and disappointment. He knew that Nico had to leave, that he had a job to do, but he couldn't help but feel used. He was the one who had been stabbed, and yet here he was, left to deal with the aftermath alone. He took a deep breath, trying to push the negative thoughts away.

John walked over to the window, his eyes scanning the street for any sign of the detective. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a soft glow over the city. He knew he had to find a way to prove his innocence, to show Nico that he wasn't the monster he thought he was. He had to protect his club and his subs, but he also couldn't ignore the feelings that had been stirred up by the detective's vulnerability.

He took a sip of the lukewarm coffee, the bitter taste a stark reminder of the reality of his situation. He needed to get his head in the game, to figure out what to do next. He couldn't let his emotions cloud his judgment, not when so much was at stake. He set the mug down and picked up the phone, dialing the number on the business card.

Nico's phone rang a few times before it went to voicemail. John left a message, his voice calm and controlled. "Nico, we need to talk. I know you're just doing your job, but I need you to understand that I had nothing to do with what happened at the club. We need to find a way to clear my name and help the victims." He hung up, his heart racing.

He couldn't sit around and wait for Nico to call back. He had to take matters into his own hands. He called his lawyer, explaining the situation as best as he could through gritted teeth. The lawyer promised to do everything in his power to help, but John knew that without concrete evidence, it would be an uphill battle.

John showered, the hot water a temporary reprieve from the pain in his arm and the turmoil in his mind. He felt a strange mix of anger, fear, and determination. He had to find a way to clear his name and protect his subs. He had to show Nico that he was a good person, that he didn't deserve to be vilified for something he didn't do.

As he dressed, John's thoughts turned to the subs that had been named in the investigation. He knew them all, had played with some of them. The thought of them being hurt, being used, made his stomach turn, but he had to keep his focus. He couldn't let his emotions cloud his judgment. He had to be smart, had to be strategic. He had to be the Dominant he knew he was, not the monster that Nico had painted him to be.

John walked into the living room, his eyes scanning the room. He noticed the knife was gone, probably taken by Nico as evidence. He sighed, the reality of the situation settling in like a heavy weight on his shoulders. He knew he had to be careful, had to tread lightly. He couldn't afford to make any more mistakes.

He grabbed his keys and headed out the door, the cool air a shock to his system after the warmth of the apartment. The streets were empty, the early morning light casting long shadows. He walked to the club, his mind racing with plans and scenarios. He had to get inside, had to find something that would prove his innocence.

When he walked in to the club, it was filled with cops, flashing lights, and a sense of violation. John's heart sank as he saw his domain being torn apart. He approached the first officer he saw, flashing Nico's business card. "I need to speak with Detective Front" he said firmly.

The officer looked at him skeptically before nodding and radioing for Nico. A few minutes later, Nico walked in, his face bruised and eyes tired.

"Mr. Tate!" he said, his voice strained. " What are you doing here? You are like my shadow!"

John's jaw clenched, but he kept his cool. "I need to see the evidence you have against me," he said, his voice steady. "I know you're just doing your job, but I can't stand by while my name is dragged through the mud."

Nico's eyes searched John's, and for a moment, John thought he saw a flicker of doubt. "I'm sorry," the detective said clearly, his voice heavy with exhaustion. "But we have protocols to follow, and this club is now closed to outsiders and employess, you have no reason to be here. Once we will be sure we will contact you, your lawyer called us, she also recomended you should stay away." Nico said his voice autorithative again, no sign of vulnerability John saw yesterday.

John felt a cold anger building in his chest. "You think I'm going to sit around and wait while you tear apart my life?" he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Nico sighed, looking around the chaos of the club. " , I know this is hard for you to understand, but we have to do this by the book. You know how it is."

John's eyes narrowed. "I do understand," he said through gritted teeth. "But I also know that you're not seeing the whole picture here."

Nico's gaze held his, unyielding. "I'm seeing what's in front of me," he said, his voice firm. "And right now, that's a club that's been shut down and a man who's under investigation."

John's fists clenched, but he forced himself to remain calm. He knew that getting angry wouldn't help. "Fine," he said, his voice tight.

" Rocky, please be kind and show the exit." Nico said, not taking his eyes off John.

John nodded curtly and turned to leave, his mind racing. As he was escorted out, he couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal. He had offered Nico comfort, and this was how he was repaid? With suspicion and accusations?

As the door closed behind him, John leaned against the cold brick wall of the club, taking deep breaths to steady his racing heart. He knew he had to keep his cool, to think clearly. He couldn't let his emotions get the better of him, not when there was so much at stake.

He looked around the deserted alley, the sound of the club's investigation echoing in his ears. His mind raced with thoughts of how to clear his name and protect his subs. He knew he had to find a way to get through to Nico, to show him the truth about the BDSM community and the consensual nature of their practices.

Few months went by, John's life was turned upside down, his club remained shut, and his heart was in turmoil. Despite the distance Nico had put between them, John couldn't shake the feelings that had been stirred. He threw himself into his work, helping other Doms in the community navigate the new legal landscape, advocating for the rights of BDSM practitioners. Yet, every night, Nico's face haunted his dreams.

One evening, as John was in his apartment, he recevied a message from Boris, which read: " Do you want to have fun, tonight?"

John's heart raced as he read the message. Despite the circumstances, he couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through him at the thought of playing with Boris again. But he knew better than to jump into anything without understanding the consequences. He needed to be smart, to protect himself and his club. He replied with caution, "What do you have in mind?"

" That stupid detective, decided to terminate my license, because few of my subs were dramatic, so do you wana have a scene with me last time? I have an interesting sub here!" Boris wrote back.

John felt a mix of anger and excitement. He knew he had to be careful, but the thought of being with Boris again was tempting. "What kind of scene are you thinking?" he texted back, trying to keep his tone neutral.

"Something intense," Boris replied. "This sub is a masochist, loves the pain, but I know you enjoy it more, few hits with a cane and then he would take both of us."

John's heart pounded in his chest. The idea of playing with Boris again, especially in such a scenario, was incredibly tempting. But he knew the risks. "Where is this happening?" he asked, trying to keep his excitement in check.

"At my new place," Boris replied. "It's a safe house for now. I had to move locations after the heat from that detective. You know how it is."

John's interest piqued, but he remained cautious. "Send me the address," he texted, his thumbs moving swiftly over the phone's screen. He needed to see this new place for himself, to make sure it was indeed safe for all involved.

Boris sent the address, and John took a moment to contemplate his decision. The thought of playing with Boris again was undeniably appealing, but he had to be smart. He had to ensure that this wouldn't be used against him, that it was truly a consensual encounter. He knew the detective was likely watching his every move, waiting for him to slip up.

Finally, John made up his mind. He would go, but he would make sure to have everything under control. He texted back, "I'll be there at midnight. Make sure everything is consensual and safe."

" The scene is already in progress " Boris wrote back.

John felt a thrill of excitement and anticipation. He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn't resist the allure of the situation. He quickly dressed in his best leather gear, ensuring he looked every inch the dominant he was. He knew he had to be careful, but the rush of adrenaline was too tempting to ignore.

As he arrived at Boris' new place, John couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu. The building was nondescript, the kind that blended into the urban landscape, hiding secrets behind its doors. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. He knew he had to be in control, no matter what was waiting for him inside.

The door opened to reveal a dimly lit room, the scent of leather and wax candles filling his nostrils. Boris, clad in a leather harness, greeted him with a knowing smirk. "John," he purred, "so good to see you again."

John's eyes scanned the room, searching for the sub Boris had mentioned. In the center of the space, a figure was bound to a St. Andrew's cross, naked except for a piece of fabric covering his face. The sub's skin was already a canvas of red stripes, sweat glistening in the soft light. His chest was already bleeding from the hits.

"Boris, what the hell is this?" John's voice was a low growl, his eyes narrowing in anger and concern.

"Oh, this is just a little warm-up," Boris said casually, flicking the tip of the cane against the sub's back. The sub whimpered in pain, his body jerking against the restraints. " My last scene!"

John watched as Boris whiped the subs few times, way to harshly, " Do you want to hit him few times, or we just go to fucking?" Boris asked his eyes shining in a way John didn't like.

John took a step forward, his hand outstretched. "Let me see his face," he demanded, his voice firm.

" Nah, it is more thrilling this way" Boris replied, the only sound was the soft whimperes of the sub.

John's instincts screamed at him to leave, but he couldn't ignore the desperate cries for help that seemed to resonate through the very walls of the room. He knew he had to ensure the sub's safety before he could even think about his own desires. He took a step closer to Boris, his gaze never leaving the trembling figure on the cross. "Boris, I don't do non-consensual scenes."

Boris chuckled darkly. "John, always the stickler for rules, even when they're so much fun to break." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against John's ear. "But don't worry, he's begging for it. He loves pain, the more the better."

John's jaw clenched, his eyes never leaving the bound figure. "Consent is non-negotiable," he murmured, "Take off the blindfold."

Boris' smile grew wicked. "But where's the fun in that?" He swung the cane again, and the sub's muffled cries grew louder.

John's eyes flashed with fury. "Boris, I said take off the blindfold. Now." His voice was a command, not a request.

" Okay, okay let me put a plug in this bad boy and then he is all yours" Boris said walking to the colection of toys.

John watched Boris move with a mix of rage and disgust. He knew he had to get the sub out of there safely, even if it meant playing along for a bit longer.

Boris returned with a wicked-looking butt plug resembelig a fox tail, smearing lube over it with a casual air. The sub's whimpers grew more pronounced as Boris approached, his hand shaking slightly. John stepped closer, his gaze locked on the trembling figure. "What's his name?" he asked, his voice low and firm.

Boris didn't respond, he inserted the plug inside the sub in one go, the sub shrieked in pain, his body taut with tension. John felt a mix of anger and pity, his own desire fading away in the face of the sub's distress. "Boris, that's enough," he said, his voice a warning.

Boris turned to him, a wild look in his eyes. "Or what?" he challenged, "You going to tell on me to your detective boyfriend?"

John's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. "I'm not playing games, Boris. If this isn't consensual, I'm leaving and taking the sub with me."

Boris sneered, but John could see the uncertainty in his eyes. He stepped closer to the cross, his hand hovering over the fabric that covered the sub's face. "You're just scared of getting caught," Boris taunted, but his hand hovered over the blindfold. " You know, that little detective banned me from doing BDSM all because few of my subs filed complains, I mean let's talk about drama, am I right" Boris said pissed.

John ignored the jab, his focus solely on the sub. "Take it off," he said again, his tone leaving no room for argument.

" I mean aren't you pissed at that little blondie I would be, I would be seething with anger" Boris said with a sadistic smile.

John's grip tightened on the handle of the cane, "Nico isn't my boyfriend, and he's just doing his job. Now, remove the blindfold."

" Well, do it your self, I had my way and revenge" Boris said fleeting the apartment.

John's heart sank as Boris left, leaving him alone with the sub. He carefully approached the cross, his eyes scanning the sub's bruised and bleeding body. "I'm going to take the blindfold off," he said softly, his voice soothing. "You're safe now."

The sub's whimpers grew louder, and John knew he had to act fast. He stepped closer, reaching up to gently remove the blindfold. As the fabric fell away, John was standing face to face with Nico.

Nico's eyes widened in shock and fear, his body trembling with adrenaline. John's heart stopped. "Nico," he breathed, the room spinning around him.

Nico's eyes were filled with just pure fear, his mouth gagged with a spider gag.

John's hand shook with rage as he worked to free Nico from his restraints. The fabric of the gag was damp with the detective's saliva and the desperate cries that had been silenced by the device. "You're okay," John murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm here."

As the last of the cuffs clicked open, Nico's body slumped in relief. John caught him, cradling him gently, his eyes searching Nico's for any signs of serious injury. The detective's eyes searched his, a silent plea for help and understanding. "It's over," John whispered, his voice shaking. "You're safe."

Nico's trembling hands reached for the gag, his eyes never leaving John's. He managed to pull it out of his mouth, taking in deep, ragged breaths.

"I didn't know," John said, his voice shaking with rage and concern. "I had no idea it was you."

Nico nodded, his eyes brimming with tears. "It's okay," he managed to croak out. "I'm okay."

John held Nico close, his heart racing with a mix of anger and relief. He had never felt so powerless in his life, so out of control. "What happened?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Nico took a moment to catch his breath, his eyes searched John's. "The investigation is over, I was planning to talk to you and Boris" Nico's voice was barely audible, "I have renewed your license because you are clean, but Boris had over 60% of complaints from his subs for being to rough or not respecting safewords" His voice trembled with the admission. " I came here to tell him that he legally cannot do BDSM in any dungeon nor club and he got mad and..." Nico's breath was wet with spit.

John's eyes went cold, the reality of the situation setting in. "He did this to you?" He whispered, his voice deadly calm.

Nico noded pressing himself closer to John, " he said that I ruined his life in BDSM, and that he is gona show me a real Dom,..." Nico murmured in John neck.

John's eyes searched the room, his mind racing with thoughts of what Boris had done to Nico, of the horrors he had endured. He gently set Nico down on the couch, grabbing a blanket to cover him up. He knew he had to get Nico to a hospital, to make sure he was okay, but first, he had to get the truth out of him. "Nico, tell me everything," he said, his voice firm but gentle.

Nico took a drep breath, " Could you first, get the... the... thing out of... my ass please" Nico said voice quiet and embarrased.

John's eyes widened, he had been so focused on the immediate danger that he had ignored Nico's physical state. He turned to Boris' toy collection and found the key for the plug. He approached Nico with gentle steps, his heart racing. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he carefully unlocked the plug.

Nico's body tensed as John slowly pulled it out, a pained whine escaping his lips. John noticed the blood on the plug, and his anger at Boris' actions grew to the level he didn't know was possible. He placed it aside, his eyes never leaving Nico's face, ensuring he was okay. "You can tell me everything now," John said softly, his voice filled with concern.

Nico took a deep breath, his body still trembling from the pain. "About what happend now, or the whole case?"

John's eyes searched Nico's, seeing the fear and vulnerability that the detective had hidden so well. "Whatever you're comfortable with," he said, his voice gentle. "But I need to know everything about the case, and what Boris did to you."

Nico nodded, taking a deep breath. "The case is closed," he began, his voice still shaky. "Harold was the only one buying people and then exportimg them abroad"

John's jaw tightened, "What about the others?"

Nico looked down, "They were all consensual and the subs confirmed it with their Dominants, your subs as well plus the contracts that you gave us, but with Boris...it's complicated. Some of the subs didn't know what they were getting into with him. Some claimed that he ignored safewords, some that he had brought other Doms when it was not mention in the contracts, some that he chose their hard limits as punishments."

John's hand clenched into a fist, his rage growing with every word Nico spoke. "And what about you?" he asked, his voice tight with concern.

Nico's eyes met John's, the fear in them slowly morphing into anger. "He said he would show me what a real Dom was," he spat. "Do you really want to know?."

John nodded, his jaw clenched. "Yes, Nico. I need to know."

Nico took a shuddering breath and began his story. "He punched me," he said, his voice flat. "He then, stripped me and tied me to that thing." Nico started to cuddle closer to John.

John felt a rage burning in his chest, but he kept his voice calm. "Go on," he said, his jaw clenched.

Nico swallowed hard. "He started with the cane, said it was to show me who's boss," he whispered, his eyes squeezed shut. "He wanted me to renew his license, but I refused." His voice grew softer, the pain in his words palpable. "He just kept hitting me, harder and harder."

John's eyes filled with fury, but he forced himself to listen, to be there for Nico. He wrapped the blanket tighter around the detective, his own hands shaking with the need to protect him. "How did you end up with the gag?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

Nico's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I...I tried to scream," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "But no one could hear me. He said he had soundproofed the room. I was so scared."

John's arms tightened around Nico, his own rage at Boris' betrayal and cruelty threatening to boil over. He pressed a gentle kiss to Nico's forehead, his voice a soothing murmur. "You're safe now," he assured him. "I'm here."

" He then started to hit me more, my chest, back, and he was saying heinous and degrating things to me, then he got me the gag and the bag over my head " Nico's breath shudered, " He then said he is gonna call someone who likes to hit people and that then you two would fuck me as the cherry on top."

John's eyes narrowed, his rage a living entity within him. He knew that Nico had been through hell, and he had been played. "Bastard," he murmured, his voice low and lethal. "He had no right to do this to you."

Nico's body was a map of bruises and welts. The idea of Boris treating Nico this way made his blood boil. He had to get him to safety, to ensure that Boris paid for his actions.

John helped Nico to stand, his arms strong and steady around the detective's waist. "Come on," he said, his voice gruff with anger. "We're leaving this place."

Nico leaned heavily against John, his legs shaking with the effort. "Can I dress,please?" he asked, his voice barely audible.

John nodded, his eyes never leaving Nico's face. "Of course," he said, his voice gentle. He helped Nico to his feet, supporting him as he shuffled to the pile of discarded clothes. Nico's body was a testament to Boris' cruelty, each step a silent protest against the pain.

John realised that Nico cannot wear those clothes since they are torn to shreds, "Let me find you something to wear" he said, searching through Boris' wardrobe. He found a large t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. They were too big for Nico but would at least provide some dignity.

As John helped Nico into the clothes, his mind raced with what to do next. He knew he had to get Nico to a hospital, but first, he needed to deal with Boris. He had to ensure that he could never harm anyone again. "Nico, do you think you can walk?" he asked, his voice gentle but firm.

Nico nodded, his eyes filled with determination. "I can do it," he murmured, taking a step forward. His legs trembled, but John's arms were there to support him.

John's gaze was hard as he helped Nico get dressed. "We need to get you to a hospital.",he said, his voice a promise.

Nico's eyes searched John's, finding a mix of anger and concern. "No," he whispered, shaking his head. "No hospitals." He paused, taking a deep breath to steady himself.

John's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Nico, you're hurt. You need to be checked out."

Nico's voice was firm despite his trembling. "No, please. No hospital. Just... I am terrified of hospitals"

John nodded, understanding the fear in Nico's eyes. "Okay," he said, his voice gentle. "We'll go to my place then. You can rest and I'll take care of you."

Nico leaned into John, his body trembling with exhaustion and pain. "Thank you," he whispered.

John's jaw was set in a firm line, his eyes cold as he looked around the room, searching for Nico's phone. He found it on the floor, where it must have fallen during the struggle. He quickly called for a taxi, not taking his eyes off Nico for a second. "It's going to be okay," he murmured, his voice reassuring. "We're going to get you out of here."

The taxi arrived and John helped Nico into the backseat, gently laying him down. He climbed in beside him, his hand resting on Nico's thigh in a silent promise of protection. As the car pulled away from the curb, John couldn't help but feel a deep sense of anger and betrayal towards Boris. How could he have done this to Nico? To anyone?

The ride to John's apartment was quiet, the tension in the car thick with unspoken words. Nico's eyes were closed, his breathing shallow and uneven. John's mind raced with thoughts of what he would do to Boris once he had Nico safely tucked away. He knew he had to keep his cool, had to be the one in control.

" Is he okay?" The driver asked eyeing John and Nico.

John nodded curtly, his eyes never leaving Nico's face. "Just a little roughed up," he said, his voice tight with anger. "We'll be fine."

Once they arrived at the apartment, John practically carried Nico inside, his protective instincts on full alert. He laid him down on the couch, gently peeling away the last of the ropes that still clung to his wrists and ankles. Nico's eyes remained closed, his breaths shallow and uneven.

John moved quickly to his kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water and a clean cloth. He returned to Nico's side, pressing the cool fabric to his forehead. "Drink this," he urged, his voice thick with worry. Nico's eyes fluttered open, and he took the bottle with a nod, his hand shaking as he brought it to his lips.

John sat on the edge of the couch, watching as Nico sipped the water, his eyes never leaving the detective's face. He could see the fear and pain etched into every line, and his rage at Boris grew. He knew he had to be there for Nico, to help him heal from this traumatic experience.

"Do you want to talk about it?" John asked, his voice soft and gentle. Nico's eyes searched his, looking for something, perhaps reassurance or understanding.

" We did already" Nico said voice, shaking.

John nodded, understanding that Nico needed time. He took the half-empty bottle from Nico's hand and set it on the coffee table. "I'll be right back," he said, standing up. He walked to his bathroom, gathering medical supplies, including antiseptic wipes and bandages. He knew that Nico's injuries needed to be cleaned and cared for, and he wanted to do it himself, to help him feel safe.

When he returned, he found Nico sitting up, his eyes on the floor. John sat back down beside him, setting the first-aid kit down. He took Nico's hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Let me take care of you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Nico nodded, his eyes filled with unshed tears. John began to carefully wipe away the blood and sweat from his body, his movements tender and methodical. Each wipe of the cloth brought a hiss of pain from Nico's lips, but he never once flinched away from John's touch.

"You're so strong," John murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he tended to the wounds on Nico's back. The welts and bruises were a stark reminder of the horrors he had endured.

Nico's eyes remained downcast, his breathing still uneven. "I don't like pain," he admitted, his voice shaking. "I was so scared."

John's heart ached as he continued to clean the wounds, his touch as gentle as he could manage. "You don't have to like it," he said, his voice soothing. "But I'm here for you, and I'll never let anyone hurt you again."

Nico's eyes met John's, the fear slowly receding. He nodded, his voice a whisper. "Thank you, I am glad Boris called you and not someone else," he murmured, his eyes filling with gratitude.

John's expression softened, "I'm just sorry I didn't get there sooner." He applied antiseptic to the injuries, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "What he do to you, is unexcuseable" he said, his voice low and filled with rage.

Nico flinched at the sting of the antiseptic, but his grip on John's hand tightened. "It's over now," he murmured, his voice shaky. "That's all that matters."

John nodded, his eyes never leaving Nico's face. He knew that the physical wounds would heal, but the emotional scars might take longer. "Do you need anything?" he asked, his voice gentle. "Water, food, a shower?"

Nico's eyes searched John's, the fear slowly being replaced by a glimmer of trust. "A shower," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "To wash it all away."

John nodded, his jaw tight. "Of course," he said, his voice gentle. "Let's get you cleaned up." He helped Nico to his feet, his arm supporting the detective's weight. They made their way to the bathroom, the silence between them heavy with unspoken words and emotions.

The bathroom was dimly lit, the scent of mint and sandalwood filling the space. John turned on the shower, the sound of the water hitting the tiles a soothing rhythm. He helped Nico to the shower, his eyes lingering on the bruises that marred the detective's body.

"I can do it, Nico murmured, trying to stand on his own, but his legs gave out, and John caught him. "Let me help," he said, his voice gentle but firm. He guided Nico into the shower, the warm water cascading over them both.

John's hands were careful as he washed the blood and sweat from Nico's body, his eyes never leaving the detective's face. Nico leaned into the embrace, his body trembling with the aftershocks of fear and pain. The water washed away the evidence of Boris' cruelty, but the emotional scars would take longer to heal.

John's touch was gentle as he cleaned Nico's wounds, the soap sliding over his bruised skin. Nico's breath hitched with every touch, but he never pulled away, trusting John to ease his pain. "You're safe now," John murmured, his voice a promise. "I'll make sure of it."

Nico chuckled weakly.

John looked at him, "What's funny?"

Nico looked up at him, a small smile on his face despite the pain. "Just the irony," he murmured. "A few months ago, you were the one I was ready to put in jail."

John couldn't help but smile back, the tension in the room easing slightly. "Well, things have changed," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "And I'm just happy that you're okay."

Nico leaned into John's touch, his eyes closing as the water washed over them. "I'm not okay," he murmured. "But you look less scary naked."

John couldn't help but chuckle, the tension in his chest easing slightly. "Is that your way of saying I'm not so bad?" he asked, his voice teasing despite the gravity of the situation.

Nico's smile was weak, but genuine. "It's my way of saying I care," he murmured, his eyes still closed.

John's heart swelled with affection, his touch growing more tender as he washed Nico's hair. "I care about you too, Nico," he said, his voice serious.

Nico's eyes fluttered open, meeting John's gaze. "I know," he said, his voice a soft whisper. "That's why I trusted you that I was safe with you"

John's eyes searched Nico's, feeling a warmth spread through him at the detective's words. He knew that trust was something Nico didn't give easily, especially after what he had been through. He rinsed the soap from Nico's hair, the water running down his body in rivulets.

"Let's get you out of here," John said, his voice gentle. He helped Nico out of the shower, wrapping him in a soft towel. Nico's skin was still marred with bruises and welts, but the water had washed away the worst of the grime and blood.

John carefully dried Nico off, his touch lingering on the bruises, feeling the warmth of the detective's body against the cool fabric of the towel. Nico's eyes remained closed, his breathing still shallow and uneven. "Do you want me to dress you?" John asked, his voice tentative.

Nico nodded, his eyes still shut. "Please," he murmured.

John helped him into a pair of clean sweatpants and a t-shirt, the fabric swamping Nico's slender frame. He knew Nico needed to rest, but he couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness that Boris had left him with. He had to do something, had to ensure that Nico felt safe and protected.

He led Nico to the bedroom, his arms around the detective's waist, guiding him to the bed. Nico's eyes were closed, his breathing shallow, but he didn't protest as John laid him down. "Rest," John murmured, his voice a gentle command. "I'll be right here."

Nico nodded, his eyes fluttering shut. John pulled the blankets over him, tucking him in tightly. He took a moment to study the detective's face, the bruises and cuts standing out starkly against his pale skin. The need to protect him was a fierce ache in his chest.

John stepped back, his mind racing with thoughts of Boris and what he would do to him. He knew he had to stay calm, to be the rock that Nico needed. He took a deep breath and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door softly behind him.

He found his phone on the kitchen counter, his hand shaking with rage as he dialed the police station number.

"This is John," he said, his voice clipped. "I need to speak to Detective Jenkins immediately."

The line crackled with static before a voice responded, "Detective Jenkins, how may I help you?"

John's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "It's about Nico," he said, his voice tight with anger. "He's been hurt."

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line. "What happened?" Jenkins demanded, the concern in his voice genuine.

John's grip on the phone tightened. "Boris," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "He had Nico tied up, beaten. It was a fucking setup."

There was a moment of silence before Jenkins' voice crackled over the line. "Where are you?"

John's eyes never left the bedroom door. "My apartment," he said, his voice hard. "Nico's resting. I need you to get a Boris."

"Get Nico to the phone," Jenkins said, the urgency in his voice palpable.

John nodded, despite knowing the detective couldn't see him. "I will," he said, his eyes on the bedroom door. He knew Nico needed to speak with his colleague, to let him know he was safe.

He returned to the bedroom, his steps silent on the plush carpet. Nico's eyes were open, watching him with a mix of fear and hope. John handed him the phone, his hand lingering for a moment. "It's Detective Jenkins," he said, his voice gentle. "He wants to talk to you."

Nico took the phone with a nod, his voice shaky as he spoke into the receiver. John could hear the concern and urgency in Jenkins' voice, and his own anger grew. He couldn't believe what had happened to Nico, and he knew he had to make it right.

As Nico talked, John paced the room, his mind racing with thoughts of Boris and the other men who had been involved in this twisted game. He had to find them and make them pay for what they had done to Nico.

Jenkins' voice grew clearer as Nico spoke, and John could hear the anger in the detective's tone. "We're on it," Jenkins said, his voice firm. "Don't worry, we'll find the bastards."

John nodded to himself, his jaw set in a firm line. He knew he had to stay focused, had to be there for Nico. He walked over to the bed, sitting down beside the detective. "They're going to get Boris," Nico murmured, his voice shaking.

John took the phone from Nico, "I know," he said, his voice gentle. "They'll get him, and he'll pay for what he's done."

Nico nodded, his eyes closing once more. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

John's hand found its way to Nico's, their fingers intertwining. "You don't have to thank me," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "You're safe now. That's all that matters."

" Kiss me" Nico whispered quietly, John thought he was hearing things.

John leaned in closer, his heart racing. "What did you say?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Nico's eyes opened, and he looked directly at John. "Kiss me," he repeated, his voice stronger this time. "Please."

John felt his breath catch in his throat. He knew that Nico was in a vulnerable state, but the sincerity in his voice was undeniable. He leaned in, his eyes searching Nico's for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, he brushed his lips against the detective's, simple peck.

Nico's eyes fluttered shut, his hand coming up to cup John's cheek. "Please," he murmured again, his voice needy.

John's resolve crumbled, and he leaned in, pressing his lips to Nico's in a soft, gentle kiss. The detective's breath hitched, his response immediate and eager. The kiss was simple and gentle.

Nico's hand slid from John's cheek to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. John's arms wrapped around Nico, his hand resting on the small of his back, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of the t-shirt. John's t-shirt.

The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as if Nico was trying to erase the fear and pain of the night with every stroke of his tongue. John could feel the detective's body relaxing into his embrace, the tension draining away as their kisses grew more passionate.

John's hands slid under the hem of Nico's shirt, his fingertips tracing the bruises that marred his skin. He felt Nico flinch at the contact, but the detective didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned into the touch, his mouth moving more desperately against John's.

John's mind was racing, but he couldn't ignore the need in Nico's kiss. He stood up, carefully lifting Nico to his feet. Nico's eyes searched his, a silent question in their depths. John knew what he wanted to do, but he needed to be sure Nico was okay with it.

"You need to rest," John murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving John's. "I do," he whispered. "But I need this too."

John's chest tightened, his desire for Nico warring with his need to ensure he was truly okay. He took a deep breath, his hands moving to the hem of Nico's shirt. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice gruff with emotion.

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving John's. "I'm sure," he murmured, his voice a soft caress.

John's eyes searched Nico's, looking for any sign of doubt, but all he saw was need. He gently lifted the shirt over Nico's head, revealing the bruised and battered body beneath. His chest tightened with anger and desire, a heady mix that made his blood pulse in his veins. He had to be careful, had to make sure Nico was okay.

He leaned in, his mouth finding Nico's again in a kiss that was as much about comfort as it was about passion. Nico's body melted into him, his arms wrapping around John's neck as they kissed deeper, more urgently. John felt the detective's need, the desperation in every touch.

John's hands slid up Nico's back, feeling the warmth of his skin, the tension in his muscles. He knew that Nico was seeking solace, a way to ground himself in the aftermath of the horrors he'd endured. And John was more than willing to give it to him.

They stumbled back to the bed, their kisses never breaking. John laid Nico down gently, his eyes tracing the path of bruises and cuts that Boris had left behind. He wanted nothing more than to erase every last one of them, to make Nico whole again.

He took a deep breath, his hand hovering over the bruises on Nico's chest. "Is this okay?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.

Nico nodded, his eyes pleading. "Yes," he whispered, his voice a soft caress.

John's hand slid over the bruises, his thumb tracing the edge of a particularly nasty one. He knew that Nico needed this connection, this reassurance that he was safe, that he was desired despite the marks of violence that marred his body. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to the center of the bruise, feeling Nico's body tense before relaxing into the touch.

The detective's hands slid down John's back, his nails digging into the skin. John felt a thrill of arousal at the sensation, his body responding despite the gravity of the situation. He kissed Nico's neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, making him gasp. Nico's hands roamed over John's body, exploring the contours of his muscles, the scar from his own past.

John's mouth found Nico's collarbone, his tongue tracing the line of his throat. Nico's pulse hammered beneath his skin, his breath coming in ragged gasps. John felt a sense of power, a heady rush of control that he hadn't felt in a long time. He knew that Nico needed this, needed to feel safe and desired. And John was more than happy to provide that for him.

He kissed his way down Nico's chest, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of his nipples. Nico arched his back, a low moan escaping his lips. John felt the detective's cock harden against his thigh, the heat of it sending a jolt of desire through his own body. He slid his hand down, howering over his pants, " May I ? " John asked, voice low.

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving John's. "Yes," he breathed, his voice a needy whisper.

John's hand slid down, his fingers deftly unbuttoning Nico's sweatpants. He pushed them down, revealing the detective's erection, standing proud and thick. He took Nico in hand, his touch firm but gentle, feeling the heat of him, the throb of his pulse. Nico's hips bucked, his moan filling the quiet room.

John leaned in, his mouth closing around the head of Nico's cock. He sucked, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Nico's hands tangled in John's hair, urging him deeper. John took him in, his mouth moving slowly, savoring the taste of him, the sound of his moans. He could feel Nico's body tightening, his thighs trembling as he approached climax.

John's own arousal grew, his own cock straining against his pants. He knew that Nico needed this release, needed to feel something other than pain and fear. He increased his pace, his hand moving in time with his mouth. Nico's hips began to move, thrusting up to meet him, his breath coming in sharp gasps.

John felt Nico's hand tighten in his hair, the detective's body arching off the bed. "Johnny," Nico moaned, his voice desperate. "Please."

John took Nico deeper, his throat working as he swallowed around the detective's length. Nico's hips bucked, his moans growing louder. John could feel the tension building, the need for release that was almost tangible. He reached up, his hand cupping Nico's balls, gently squeezing as he sucked harder.

Nico's body tightened, his thighs clenching around John's head. "Oh, god," he gasped, his voice hoarse with passion. "I'm close."

John's eyes met Nico's, the intensity of the moment binding them together. He took Nico's cock deeper into his throat, his hand working in tandem with his mouth. The detective's body was a symphony of sensation, his muscles tensing and releasing as he approached climax.

With a final, desperate moan, Nico came, his release hot and thick in John's mouth. John swallowed, his eyes never leaving Nico's, watching the play of emotions on his face as he rode out the waves of pleasure. The detective's body went slack, his chest heaving with the effort of breathing.

John slowly pulled back, his eyes searching Nico's for any sign of regret or pain. But all he saw was a soft smile, a look of peace that made his own heart swell. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Nico's lips. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gruff with emotion.

Nico nodded, his eyes fluttering shut. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.

" Now you, right?" Nico asked voice still breathless.

John nodded, his eyes dark with desire. He stood up, removing his own pants and boxers, revealing his own erection. Nico's eyes widened at the sight, his own cock twitching with renewed interest.

" Just so you know, I never did a guy, so," Nico said quietly.

John's eyes searched Nico's, looking for any sign of hesitation. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with," he assured him, his voice gentle.

Nico took a deep breath, his hand reaching out to touch John's face. "No," he murmured, his voice a soft caress. "I want to. Just not what to do."

John nodded, his own heart racing. He knew that this was a significant moment for Nico, and he wanted to make it perfect. He climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over the detective's. "Just tell me what you want," he whispered, his voice low and full of need.

Nico's hand slid down John's chest, his thumb circling on John's hips. "I want to taste you," he murmured, his eyes never leaving John's.

John's breath hitched at the raw need in Nico's voice. He nodded, his own desire taking over. He leaned back, his hand guiding Nico's mouth to his erection. Nico's eyes searched John's, looking for guidance, and John gave a gentle nod of encouragement.

Nico's tentative kiss sent a jolt of pleasure through John's body. He watched as the detective's eyes grew more focused, more hungry. Nico took him in, his mouth moving slowly, tentatively at first, but with growing confidence. John's hips rocked slightly, a silent demand for more, and Nico complied, his tongue swirling around the head of John's cock.

John's eyes fell shut, his head falling back as he moaned, the sound echoing through the room. He could feel Nico's inexperience, but it was the detective's enthusiasm that made him grow harder, made him want more. He slid his hand to the back of Nico's head, his fingers threading through the damp hair.

" Good boy" John said, " Such a good boy for trying" He felt Nico's inexperience but also the willingness to learn, to give him pleasure. It was intoxicating.

Nico's eyes met John's, and he took that as the encouragement he needed. He took John deeper into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the shaft, exploring every inch. John's moans grew louder, his hips moving in sync with Nico's mouth. The feeling was overwhelming, but Nico didn't stop, didn't pull away.

Nico started to choke on John's cock, but John gently pulled him off, not wanting to push too far too fast. "Take your time," he murmured, his voice soothing. "There's no rush."

The detective nodded, his cheeks flushed with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. John leaned down, his own breath coming in ragged gasps. "You're doing so well," he whispered, his eyes full of affection. He kissed Nico softly, tasting himself on the detective's lips.

" I like the praise" Nico admitted, taking John in his mouth again.

John groaned, his hand gently guiding Nico's movements. "Look at you, being so good," he urged, his voice thick with desire.

Nico's eyes remained focused on John's, his cheeks flushing deeper as he took more of him in, eager to please. John's hand tightened in his hair, the slight pain sending a thrill through Nico's body. He moaned around John's cock, feeling a strange sense of belonging in this act of submission.

John's breath grew ragged, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. He watched as Nico took him in, his eyes glazed with desire and determination. "That's it, beautiful," he murmured, his voice tight with need. "Just like that."

Nico's eyes never left John's, his mouth moving with a newfound confidence. John could feel the beginnings of his climax building, the tension coiling in his belly. He knew that Nico needed this, needed to feel in control, to take charge of his own pleasure after the night's events. And so he let him, his body responding to the detective's eager ministrations.

John's hips began to move more urgently, his need for release growing with every stroke of Nico's tongue. "I'm close," he warned, his voice strained.

Nico's eyes widened slightly, but he didn't stop. He took John deeper, his throat working around the thickness of his cock. John's eyes rolled back in his head, his moans growing louder. The sensation was almost too much, the mix of pleasure and pain sending him over the edge.

"Nico," he gasped, his voice strained. "I'm going to come."

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving John's. He took him deeper still, his throat tightening around John's cock. John felt the tension in his body coil tighter, his orgasm approaching like a freight train. With a final, desperate moan, he came, his release spilling into Nico's mouth. The detective swallowed, his eyes never leaving John's, a look of triumph and satisfaction on his face.

John collapsed back onto the bed, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his climax. Nico looked up at him, his eyes wide with wonder and a hint of pride. John leaned down, his hand cupping Nico's cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion.

"Was I good?" Nico asked quietly.

John pulled him closer, his voice full of emotion. "You were incredible," he whispered, his eyes searching Nico's for any sign of discomfort. Nico's smile grew, a warmth spreading through John's chest.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their hearts racing. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the unspoken understanding that their lives had changed forever. John's hand trailed down Nico's body, his fingers tracing the bruises that Boris had left behind. He knew that this moment of intimacy was just the beginning of their healing process.

"You're safe now," John murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to Nico's forehead. "I won't let anyone hurt you again."

Nico's eyes searched John's, the unspoken trust in them making John's chest tighten. He leaned into the touch, his body still humming with the aftermath of pleasure. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice hoarse from the passionate cries that had filled the room moments before.

John pulled Nico closer, his arms wrapping around the detective's slender frame. He could feel the tension slowly draining from Nico's body, his muscles relaxing into the embrace. They lay there in silence for a while, the only sounds the soft rustle of the bed sheets and the steady rhythm of their breathing.

" Was this BDSM, scene?" Nico asked curious.

John chuckled, his chest vibrating against Nico's.

"No, Nico," he whispered, his voice a soft caress. "This wasn't a scene. This was just us, finding comfort in each other."

Nico nodded, his eyes closing as he snuggled closer to John's warmth. The distinction was important to him, a line drawn in the sand between the horrors of the night and the tenderness they'd just shared. For John, it was a chance to show Nico that his desires didn't define him, that even in the aftermath of such darkness, there could be gentle moments of connection.

" I would like to have sex" Nico whispered quietly.

John's heart skipped a beat at Nico's words. He knew that the detective was still healing, both physically and emotionally, but the desire in his voice was unmistakable. "Are you sure?" John asked, his voice filled with care and concern.

Nico nodded, his eyes searching John's. "Yes," he murmured, his voice a soft caress. "I need to feel something good. It is okay if you don't want to"

John felt a surge of protectiveness, but he knew that Nico was not in a state to be denied. He kissed him gently, his hands moving to caress the bruised and battered body beneath him. "Of course it's okay," he whispered, his voice filled with a gentle reassurance. "We'll go slow, okay?"

Nico nodded, his eyes fluttering shut as John's hands continued to explore him, his touch growing more intimate with every pass. He felt the detective's body respond, his cock growing hard again. John knew that Nico needed this, needed to feel wanted and cherished. He kissed him again, his tongue delving into the detective's mouth, tasting the sweetness of their shared release.

Nico's hands slid down John's back, his nails digging in gently. John could feel the tension in Nico's body, the need for more. He pulled back, his eyes searching Nico's for any sign of pain or discomfort. Nico nodded, his eyes open and focused. "I want this," he murmured, his voice a soft command.

John's cock grew even harder at Nico's words, his desire for the detective overwhelming. He leaned down, his mouth finding Nico's once more in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. Nico's legs parted, inviting John in, and John accepted the silent invitation. He kissed Nico's neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, making the detective shiver.

John reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a bottle of lube. He slid his hand down Nico's body, his fingers circling the detective's entrance. Nico gasped, his body tensing before relaxing into the touch. John's eyes searched Nico's, looking for any sign of hesitation, but all he saw was need. John looked down and saw a tiny trickle of blood, Nico's entrance was slightly tore, a testament to the rough treatment he'd endured. He felt a flash of anger, but pushed it aside, focusing on the man in front of him.

John applied the lube gently, his fingers sliding in with ease. Nico's eyes widened, his body arching into the touch. John knew he had to be careful, knew that Nico was still healing from the trauma of the night. He whispered soothing words, his voice a gentle caress as he prepared Nico's body for his own.

"Just relax," John murmured, his breath warm against Nico's ear. "I've got you."

Nico nodded, his eyes squeezed shut as John's fingers moved in a slow, steady rhythm. The slickness of the lube made the contact smoother, and John felt Nico's body begin to ease into the sensation. It was clear that the detective was unused to this kind of intimacy, but his willingness to trust John was a testament to the bond they had forged through the turmoil of the night.

John's own arousal grew with every gasp and moan that escaped Nico's lips. He could feel the detective's muscles clench around his fingers, a silent plea for more. He added a third finger, scissoring them gently, stretching Nico's body and preparing him for what was to come. Nico's breath grew ragged, his hips moving in sync with John's hand.

"Are you ready?" John asked, his voice a whisper of steel wrapped in velvet.

Nico's eyes fluttered open, meeting John's intense gaze. He nodded, a slight tremble in his chin. "Yes," he breathed.

John leaned back, positioning himself at Nico's entrance. He pressed in slowly, watching the detective's face for any sign of pain. Nico's eyes closed, his mouth forming a tight line, but he didn't protest. John pushed through the resistance, feeling the warmth and tightness of Nico's body enveloping him. Nico's breath hitched, his hands clutching at the bedsheets.

"Breathe," John whispered, his own voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Just breathe."

When John was fully in, Nico came on a spot.

John paused, his eyes searching Nico's face for any sign of distress. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble.

Nico nodded, his eyes still squeezed shut. "Yeah," he managed, his voice tight. "I am sorry I didn't mean to come."

John leaned down, kissing Nico's forehead. "Don't be sorry," he murmured. "This is your body, it's okay to react however it needs to." He began to move, his hips rolling in a slow, gentle rhythm. Nico's body tensed, then relaxed, his breaths coming in short gasps.

John's eyes never left Nico's, his movements deliberate and careful. He watched as the detective's expression shifted from one of pain to one of building pleasure. Nico's hips began to meet his, the tension in his body giving way to a soft, almost desperate need. "Johnny," Nico whimpered, his voice a mix of pleasure and pain.

John leaned down, his lips brushing against Nico's ear. "I've got you," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm. "You're doing so well."

" Such a good boy, taking me like this," John whispered, his voice filled with praise. Nico's body responded to the words, his cock jerking against John's stomach.

John smirked at that, giving Nico more praise and encouragement, his own need growing with every thrust. "You're doing so good," he murmured, his voice a low rumble in Nico's ear. "So fucking good for me."

" You are taking me all in, Nico," John praised, feeling the detective's inner muscles tightening around him.

Nico's eyes snapped open, a fierce look of determination crossing his face. He nodded, his hips moving to meet John's thrusts. "Yes," he murmured, his voice a low growl of need. "Take it, Johnny. Take all of me."

John's rhythm grew more intense, his strokes deeper and more demanding. He could feel Nico's body opening up to him, the tightness giving way to a sweet, slick heat that made him want to lose himself in the detective's embrace. Nico's moans grew louder, his nails digging into John's back. The pain only served to heighten John's arousal, the desire to claim Nico as his own burning brighter with every touch.

Their bodies moved together in a dance of passion and healing, each thrust a declaration of trust and a silent promise to never let the other go. John knew that this was more than just sex; it was a declaration of their newfound bond, a promise of protection and love that went beyond the confines of the BDSM lifestyle.

As they found their rhythm, Nico's eyes searched John's, looking for reassurance. John gave it to him in every touch, every whispered word of praise, every soft kiss. He knew that the detective was still fragile, still trying to piece together the shattered remnants of his world. And so he took his time, making sure that every sensation was one of pleasure, not pain.

John's hand found Nico's cock, his thumb stroking the sensitive head as he pushed into him. Nico's moans grew louder, his body moving in sync with John's, his hips rising to meet each thrust. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, a testament to their growing connection.

John's own climax was building, the pleasure coiling tight in his belly. He knew that Nico was close, could feel the detective's body trembling beneath him. "Come for me," John urged, his voice a low growl. "Let go, sweet thing"

Nico's eyes widened, his body arching off the bed. His orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, his cock pulsing in John's hand as he came with a hoarse cry. John followed him over the edge, his hips jerking as he filled Nico with his release. The warmth of it seemed to seep into the detective's very soul, banishing the last of the coldness that had taken root there.

They lay together for a moment, their breathing ragged and uneven. John leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Nico's forehead. "You're safe," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm. "You're with me now."

Nico's eyes searched John's, the unspoken question hanging in the air. John knew what he was asking, knew that the detective needed reassurance. "Always," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. "I won't let anyone hurt you again."

Nico's body relaxed into the promise, his eyes fluttering shut. John's arms tightened around him, his body still shaking with the aftershocks of their shared release. They lay there for what felt like an eternity, their hearts beating in sync, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the night.

John pulled out gently, his eyes searching Nico's face for any sign of pain. The detective winced slightly, but the pain was quickly replaced by a soft smile. John leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to Nico's bruised lips. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

Nico's eyes searched John's, the unspoken question in them. "For what?" he asked, his voice a raspy whisper.

John stroked Nico's cheek, his thumb tracing the path of a tear. "For letting me in," he murmured. "For trusting me when you had every reason not to."

"Do you want to try?" Nico asked looking into John's eyes.

"Try what?" John asked confusedly, his eyes still hazy with the afterglow of their intimate moment.

Nico took a deep breath, his voice shaky. "Us, being lovers? Or it can be just this one night, and I will leave in the morning," he finally managed to get out, his cheeks flushing a deep red.

John studied him for a moment, the weight of Nico's words sinking in. He knew that Nico was offering himself in a way that was both vulnerable and incredibly brave. The detective had been through so much, and yet here he was, willing to trust John with his body and his heart. "I want us to be lovers," John said, his voice firm and filled with certainty. "But only if it's what you truly want, Nico. I don't want to be just a Band-Aid for your pain."

Nico nodded, his eyes brimming with emotion. "It's more than that," he whispered. "I've never felt like this before. I have never trusted someone more."

John's heart swelled with affection for the brave, damaged man in his arms. He knew that their bond was forged in fire, but he was determined to show Nico that there could be tenderness and love in the aftermath. He kissed him gently, his hand caressing Nico's bruised cheek. "We'll take it slow," he promised. "But if you want this, I'm all in."

Nico's smile was like a warm embrace, his eyes shining with hope. "I do," he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet strength. "I want this."

John felt a weight lift from his chest, a sense of relief and joy that washed over him like a warm wave. He leaned in, kissing Nico softly. "Then we'll do this right," he whispered, his voice filled with determination. "We'll heal together."

They lay there for a while longer, their bodies still entwined, basking in the aftermath of their passionate union. John knew that the path ahead of them wouldn't be easy, that Nico had wounds that would take time to heal. But he was ready to face them together, to show the detective that he wasn't alone.

Eventually, John pulled back, his eyes scanning Nico's body for any signs of pain or discomfort. Nico's cheeks were still flushed, but his eyes were clear, the fear and confusion of the night replaced by a quiet resolve. John reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a towel to gently clean them both up. Nico watched him, his gaze filled with a mix of gratitude and something else—something deeper that John couldn't quite name.

They lay there in silence for a while, the only sound the distant wail of a siren and the occasional creak of the floorboards. John knew that they couldn't stay in this cocoon forever, that they had to face the reality of what had happened tonight. But for now, he just wanted to hold Nico, to reassure him that he was safe.

John pulled the covers over them, wrapping Nico in his embrace. The detective's body was warm and alive against his, a stark contrast to the coldness of the room. He could feel Nico's heart beating, strong and steady, and it gave him a sense of peace that he hadn't felt in a long time. "Rest," he murmured, his voice a gentle command. "We'll figure everything out in the morning."

Nico nodded, his eyes drifting shut. John watched him for a moment longer, his mind racing with thoughts of what the future held. He knew that this was just the beginning, that there would be challenges and obstacles to overcome. But for now, all that mattered was that Nico was safe, and they had found something in each other that neither had ever expected.

John leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Nico's forehead. "I'll be right here," he murmured, his voice a promise. Nico's breathing evened out, his body relaxing into sleep. John felt a strange mix of emotions—relief, protectiveness, and a burgeoning love that he hadn't felt in a long time. He knew that he would do anything to keep Nico safe, to help him heal from the traumas of his past.

As the night deepened, John's thoughts turned to the implications of what had happened. He knew that they couldn't just ignore the fact that Nico was a detective and that John was a suspect. He had to find a way to explain the BDSM lifestyle to someone who was likely to view it with suspicion and disgust. But for now, he pushed those worries aside, focusing on the warmth of Nico's body against his and the gentle rise and fall of his chest.

The detective's breathing grew even, and John knew that he had finally succumbed to sleep. He allowed himself a moment to simply bask in the feeling of Nico's presence, the gentle warmth of his skin, and the softness of his hair against John's chest. It was a feeling that John hadn't felt in a very long time, and it was one he didn't want to let go of.

But the reality of their situation began to seep back in. John knew that they couldn't ignore the events of the evening for much longer. He had to find a way to explain the BDSM lifestyle to Nico, to show him that it wasn't just about pain and control, but about trust and connection. He also had to figure out how to navigate the waters of their newfound relationship with the shadow of Nico's job hanging over them.

John lay there, his thoughts racing, until the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains. He watched as the shadows on Nico's face softened, the harsh lines of his features smoothing out in sleep. The detective looked so innocent, so vulnerable, that John couldn't help but feel a fierce protectiveness rise up within him. He knew that Nico was strong, that he had faced his share of demons, but he also knew that the world was a cruel place, especially for someone like them.

John gently kissed Nico's forhead, feeling the warmth of his skin under his lips. He knew they had a long road ahead of them, full of challenges and potential heartache. But as he held the sleeping detective in his arms, he felt a fierce determination to face whatever came their way together.

Nico opened his eyes slowly, the light of dawn seeping into the room and revealing the unfamiliar space around him. He took a moment to register where he was and who was holding him—John, the very man he had been sent to investigate. He felt a pang of guilt mingled with the warmth of the intimate moments they had shared. Looking up, he saw the concern etched on John's face and realized that he had been watching him.

John leaned in, his eyes searching Nico's. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble.

Nico took a deep breath, trying to push down the jumble of emotions threatening to overwhelm him. "I'm okay,I am glad I didn't leave this morning" he said, his voice sleepy.

John nodded, his gaze never leaving Nico's. "I'm glad you stayed," he murmured, his voice filled with relief.

John leaned in kissing Nico on his lips, the gentle touch of their mouths a silent promise of a future together. As the kiss deepened, the detective felt a stirring in his chest, something warm and hopeful that had been buried beneath layers of fear and doubt.

Pulling back, John searched Nico's eyes, looking for any sign of regret or hesitation. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice a low murmur. "We can't just ignore your job and my job"

Nico nodded, his gaze steady. "I know," he said, his voice firm. "But the investigation is over. I am not going against any protocols. Plus you could make me better in my job, I could understood your world better, and I can help you protect the subs you are working with, or tell you if those people are trafficked."

John studied him for a long moment, the gravity of what Nico was suggesting settling in. It was true, Nico's perspective could be invaluable in keeping the club safe. "Alright," he murmured, his voice tight with emotion. "But we'll have to be careful. We can't let anyone know about us, not yet."

Nico nodded solemnly. "I understand," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "I'll keep it a secret."

John pulled the detective closer, their bodies fitting together perfectly. "We'll figure it out," he murmured, his voice filled with a determination that was as unyielding as it was comforting. "Together."

John knew that Nico's insight could help him navigate the murky waters of the club's reputation and ensure that no one was being exploited. But the idea of letting someone from the outside in, especially a detective, was fraught with danger. He took a deep breath, weighing the risks and rewards. "You have to promise me that you'll keep an open mind," he said, his voice serious. "This isn't just about sex and games. There's a whole community here that relies on the club for a safe space."

Nico nodded, his eyes clear and focused. "I promise," he said, his voice sincere. "I want to understand. But you have to promise me, that you won't protect any of the Dominants when I will have a suspission of their integrity."

John felt a lump form in his throat at the earnestness in Nico's voice. He knew that the detective had been hurt, that he had seen the darker side of the lifestyle. But he also knew that the club was a place of consent and care. "I swear," he murmured, his thumb tracing Nico's bottom lip. "I'll help you, and I'll be honest with you. But you have to trust me too."

Nico nodded, his eyes searching John's. "I do," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. "I don't know why, but I do trust you. But you do undestand, that I will talk to the most respected Doms in your comunity right?, To the alpha Doms and will question they ability to keep people safe?"

John's heart skipped a beat at the mention of the alpha Doms, but he knew that Nico's intentions were pure. "I understand," he said, his voice tight. "But you have to remember, this is a community built on trust and respect. If you go in there with accusations and suspicion, you'll only drive people away."

Nico nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I'll tread lightly," he promised. "But I need to know that you're with me on this. That we're a team."

John felt a swell of emotion at Nico's words. He had never had a partner, not in the way that truly mattered. His relationships had always been about power and control, but with Nico, it was different. It was about trust and protection. "I'm with you," he said firmly. "We'll do this together."

John took Nico's hand and kissed it, feeling a strange sense of comfort in the detective's touch. He knew that they had a lot to talk about, a lot to figure out, but for now, all that mattered was that they were together. "Want to contiuned were we left on at night?," he murmured, his voice filled with emotion.

Nico's eyes searched John's, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "You want rearange my insides, before, we head to work?" he whispered, his voice hoarse from the night's events.

John's own smile grew, his heart swelling with affection for the brave man beside him. "Is that what you need?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.

Nico's breath hitched, his body responding to the promise in John's words. "Yes," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire.

John leaned in, capturing Nico's mouth in a kiss that was both fierce and gentle. His hands roamed over the detective's body, relearning every curve and contour as if it was the first time. Nico moaned into the kiss, his body arching into John's touch.

John felt the need to claim Nico in a way that was more than just physical, to show him that he was safe, that he was loved. He broke the kiss, his eyes searching Nico's. "I'll always protect you," he murmured, his voice thick with passion.

Nico's eyes widened, the intensity of John's gaze making him feel both exposed and cherished. "I know," he whispered, his voice shaking with emotion.

John leaned down, his mouth tracing a path along Nico's neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. Nico's breath hitched, his body responding to the promise of pain and pleasure that John offered. "Do you want me to make you feel good?" John asked, his voice a low growl.

Nico nodded, his eyes fluttering shut. "Yes," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

John's hand moved to his bruised torso. He kissed each bruise, his mouth moving with the tender care of a man worshipping a deity. His teeth nipped at Nico's earlobe, sending shivers down the detective's spine. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice filled with possession.

Nico's body responded eagerly, his cock swelling as John's mouth moved lower, kissing and licking the bruises that marred his chest. He let out a soft moan, his hands tangling in John's hair. "Yes," he breathed, his voice a plea.

John took Nico's nipple between his teeth, biting down gently before soothing the sting with his tongue. Nico arched his back, the sensation sending a bolt of pleasure through him. "Shit," he murmured, his voice a needy whine.

John's hand traveled down Nico's body, his fingers finding the detective's erection. He stroked him slowly, watching the pleasure build on Nico's face. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Nico's eyes snapped open, meeting John's gaze. "So are you," he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

John's hand paused for a moment before resuming its gentle strokes, his eyes never leaving Nico's. The detective felt a warmth spread through him, a sense of belonging that was as intoxicating as the pain-laced pleasure John was giving him. "Tell me what you want," John murmured, his voice a soft command.

Nico took a deep breath, his eyes glazed with desire. "I want to ride you," he said, his voice a hoarse whisper. "I wanna work for it"

John's eyes lit up at the challenge in Nico's voice. He sat up, his own erection straining against his boxers. "Then show me what you've got," he said, his voice a low rumble.

Nico swung his legs over the side of the bed, his body still feeling a bit shaky from the night's events. But the desire in John's eyes was like a shot of adrenaline, giving him the strength he needed. He moved closer, his hands reaching out to trace the lines of John's chest, his fingers dancing over the muscles and scars.

John watched him, his eyes dark with lust. He knew that Nico was testing him, pushing boundaries, and he was more than willing to meet him there. "Take what you want," he murmured, his voice a low growl that made Nico's blood race.

Nico straddled John's hips, his cock brushing against John's stomach. He reached down, his hand trembling slightly as he gripped John's erection. He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving John's as he positioned himself. John felt a thrill of anticipation, his own cock pulsing with need.

Nico sank down slowly, his body enveloping John's. They both groaned at the feeling of their bodies joined, the connection between them deepening. John's hands gripped Nico's hips, guiding him, urging him to move. The detective's eyes fluttered shut, his head falling back as he began to gently rock against John's body.

John watched Nico, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and admiration. He had never seen someone so strong, so resilient. Despite the pain he had suffered, Nico was here, with him, claiming his own pleasure. It was a heady feeling, one that made John's own climax feel almost secondary. Almost.

Nico's movements grew more confident, his hips rising and falling in a rhythm that had John's eyes rolling back in his head. His hands tightened on Nico's hips, his own hips moving to meet the detective's in a dance as old as time. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, a symphony of need and want.

" Beautiful Nico, be a good boy and make me cum," John's voice was a mix of tenderness and command, sending a shiver down Nico's spine. The detective's eyes snapped open, meeting John's intense gaze. He leaned forward, his hands planted firmly on John's broad chest, using it as leverage to increase his tempo.

" Ah, I can't" Nico whined.

John was a Dominant and right now it started to show, his voice firm, his eyes demanding Nico's full attention. "Look at me," John said, his voice a deep, velvety command that sent shivers down Nico's spine.

Nico's eyes snapped open, meeting John's intense gaze. The connection between them was palpable, a silent conversation of desire and need. Nico's movements grew more erratic, his body responding to the power play, his cock swelling even more at the sound of John's voice.

"Show me, Nico," John whispered, his voice filled with a quiet authority that sent a thrill through the detective's body. Nico leaned in closer, their bodies pressing together, the heat of their skin a stark contrast to the coolness of the early morning air. His hips rolled in a sensual rhythm, his eyes never leaving John's as he took control of their union.

John's eyes darkened with lust, his hands sliding up to grip Nico's shoulders. He could feel the tension building, the pressure growing with every stroke. "You're mine," he murmured again, his voice a soft, possessive growl that sent a shiver down the detective's spine. Nico's eyes widened, his body responding to the claim, his hips moving faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

John could feel the climax approaching, the tightness in Nico's body signaling his impending release. He reached down, his thumb circling Nico's straining cock, the detective's eyes going wide with pleasure. "Cum for me," he ordered, his voice a low, seductive command that sent Nico over the edge.

The detective's body convulsed, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave. He threw his head back, a loud moan escaping his lips as he came, his seed spilling over John's hand. John watched him, his own body on the brink of release, but he gritted his teeth, not yet.

Nico's eyes snapped open, meeting John's intense gaze. "Your turn," he panted, his voice filled with a newfound assertiveness. John's eyes narrowed, the challenge accepted. He bucked his hips upwards, driving himself deep inside Nico, the detective's inner muscles still pulsing with the aftershocks of his climax.

John pulled out of Nico, turning him on his stomach and lifting Nico's ass in the air.

"John what are you doing?" Nico asked, his voice a mix of surprise and excitement.

John leaned down, his teeth grazing Nico's ear. "I want to claim you completely," he murmured, his voice a dark promise that sent a shiver down the detective's spine. Nico felt a thrill of fear and desire mingle within him as John's hand trailed down his spine, his fingertips lingering on the still-sensitive skin.

John pushed his dick inside Nico again, this time from behind. Nico felt filled to the brim, the sensation of John's cock stretching him out sending a fresh wave of pleasure through his body. He moaned into the pillow, his hips pushing back to meet each thrust.

John went wild, his hips moving in a furious rhythm that had Nico's body trembling with each powerful drive. The feeling of John's cock filling him from behind was almost too much to bear, but Nico craved it, pushing back to meet him, his need matching John's with every stroke. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the bed groaning under their combined weight, and their mingled gasps and moans.

John's hand reached around to grip Nico's cock again, which was already starting to harden once more. He stroked it in time with his thrusts, his other hand planted firmly on Nico's hip to keep him in place. Nico felt the pressure building inside him, his body responding to John's relentless pace. He knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"I'm going to come again," Nico panted, his voice muffled by the pillow.

John's grip tightened, his strokes becoming more deliberate, his own climax just within reach. "Cum for me, baby," he growled, the endearment rolling off his tongue with surprising ease. "I want to feel you come apart around me."

Nico's body obeyed, his cock pulsing in John's hand as he cried out into the pillow. The pleasure was so intense it almost hurt, a mix of pain and ecstasy that had him shaking. John's thrusts grew harder, his own release imminent. He could feel Nico's ass clench around him, the detective's body milking him for every drop.

With a roar, John reached his peak, his cock pulsing deep inside Nico as he came. The detective's body spasmed around him, his own orgasm triggered by the feeling of John's hot cum filling him. They stayed there for a long moment, their bodies joined, their breathing ragged and uneven.

John started to pull out, when Nico whined, " No, please stop, I cannot go again, I don't want it"

John stilled, his hand gently caressing Nico's side. "Shh, it's okay," he murmured, his voice soothing. "We're done for now."

Nico's body relaxed, his muscles releasing their tension. John's warmth surrounded him, and he felt a sense of safety he hadn't felt in a long time. "Thank you," he murmured into the pillow, his voice muffled.

John leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Nico's shoulder. "No need to thank me," he said, his voice filled with affection. "We're in this together."

Nico felt a warmth spread through him at John's words. He had never experienced anything like this before, a blend of power and tenderness that was as confusing as it was exhilarating. "Thank you that you listened when I said no" he said, his voice still shaky from the intensity of their encounter.

John pulled out gently, rolling onto his side and wrapping an arm around Nico's waist. "Always," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the detective's shoulder. "Your safety and pleasure are my priority."

Nico turned his head, their eyes meeting. "And I will do the same for you," he said, his voice earnest.

John's chest tightened at the sincerity in Nico's words. He knew that the detective had been through hell and back, and the fact that he was willing to not only share his body but also his heart was a gift. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

They lay there for a while, their bodies entwined, their breathing gradually returning to normal. The room was bathed in the soft light of dawn, the sun peeking through the curtains. It was a moment of peace in the storm of their lives, a brief reprieve from the chaos that was sure to come.

John's hand was still wrapped around Nico's waist, his thumb tracing lazy circles on the detective's skin. "You know," he murmured, "I've never felt like this before."

Nico chuckled gently, "You a have sex everyday at work"

John's eyes searched Nico's, a hint of vulnerability in his gaze. "It's not just about the sex," he said, his voice low. "It's about the connection, the trust. What we have...it's different. With them is just a scene."

Nico nodded, understanding dawning in his eyes. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice still hoarse from their passionate encounter. "It is different."

John felt a warmth spread through his chest at Nico's admission. He leaned in, his lips capturing Nico's in a soft, lingering kiss that spoke of promises and possibilities. When they pulled away, Nico's eyes searched his, the unspoken question hanging in the air.

"Can I take care of you now?" Nico asked, his voice filled with a mix of hope and trepidation.

John nodded, his eyes warm with affection. "Yes, Nico. Take care of me," he said, his voice a gentle invitation that sent a thrill through the detective's body.

Nico got up and shortly after returned with a warm towel and clean water, gently washing John off. His touch was tender, his eyes filled with a newfound affection that John had never seen before. It was a stark contrast to the usual cold efficiency of their interactions, and it made John's heart race in a way that had nothing to do with the previous passionate moments.

John had to admitt that, he was the only one doing aftercare, because of his job so it was kinda weird being taken care of, but the warmth of the towel and the gentle touch of Nico's hand made him feel... safe. He watched as Nico carefully cleaned him up, his eyes never leaving the detective's face. The tenderness in Nico's eyes was something he hadn't expected, something that made him feel more vulnerable than any bondage or pain play ever had.

Once John was clean, Nico sat back, looking at him with a soft smile. "Open" he said, his voice gentle.

John did as he was told, and Nico took a small piece of chocolate and place it on John's tongue, "Swallow please." Nico said gently.

John swallowed, the sweetness of the chocolate spreading through his mouth, and with it a strange sense of comfort. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes about the shift in their dynamic. Nico had gone from being his submissive to someone who cared for him, and it was both terrifying and thrilling.

"Good boy" Nico said. John chuckled confused, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Nico's ears went red, " Oh, I was trying to do aftercare, was it wrong?"

John felt his heart melt at Nico's innocent question. He took a deep breath, savoring the feeling of Nico's care. "No, it's not wrong," he said, his voice filled with affection. "It's just new for me."

Nico's eyes searched John's, his expression earnest. "Is it okay?" he asked, his voice a soft whisper.

John nodded, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "More than okay," he murmured. "It's... perfect."

Nico laid down on Johns chest, wraping himself in John's arms and John felt his heart swell with something he had never felt before. It was a feeling of belonging, of being needed and cared for, that he had been craving for so long. He knew he had to be careful, the line between their professional and personal lives was blurring, but in that moment, he couldn't bring himself to care.

The scent of mint brought John back to reality as Nico leaned in to kiss him again, their breaths mingling in the stillness of the room. The detective's eyes searched John's, a silent question lingering between them. John felt a strange mix of emotions—desire, protectiveness, and something else he couldn't quite name.

"I need to go, to the club," Nico whispered, his breath warm against John's skin.

John's arms tightened around him, reluctant to let go. "Be careful," he murmured, his voice thick with concern.

Nico nodded, reluctantly untangling himself from John's embrace. "I will," he promised, his voice filled with determination. "Your license is valid, so you should tell your clients."

John watched as Nico dressed, his movements swift and efficient. "What about the investigation?" he asked, his voice tight with anxiety.

Nico's expression grew serious as he pulled on his shirt. "As I said it is over," he said, his eyes meeting John's in the mirror. "But I need to talk to the Alpha Doms about Harold"

John nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I'll see you off to the club, since my license is back in work I can do some paperwork in the club and contact my subs," he offered, pushing himself to his feet.

Nico's expression softened, and he stepped closer, placing a hand on John's chest. "Thank you," he murmured.

John swallowed hard, his heart racing at the contact. "Just do what you have to," he said, his voice gruff.

When they came to the club, John noticed that the atmosphere was tense, the air thick with whispers and speculation. The members were gathered in small groups, their eyes darting towards the door as Nico and he entered. The sight of a detective in their midst was enough to stir the pot of unease.

The club was open for a few days so there were already people in the middle of scenes.

John's eyes scanned the room, looking for any signs of trouble or dissent. He spotted Clara, one of his most loyal subs, tied to a St. Andrew's cross, her skin already adorned with a pattern of red stripes from a recent flogging. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with excitement and relief. He nodded at her, a silent message that everything was going to be okay.

John noticed Nico's demeanour to change, he followed his eyes and saw Nico looking at Mistress Elena and her submissive on a leash.

Nico's eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening at the sight of the sub walking on all fours. "What the fuck " he snarled.

John stepped in front of Nico, his voice calm but firm. "Nico, this is a consensual space. Everyone here has agreed to the terms and conditions."

Nico's eyes snapped to John, his expression a mix of anger and confusion. "But...but it's degrading," he stuttered.

John took Nico's hand, his voice calm but firm. "It's not for everyone, but here, it's about trust and consent. It's their dynamic, their choice," he explained, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "You have to respect that."

Nico nodded, visibly fighting to keep his emotions in check. "I know," he said, his voice tight. "But it's just... Okay. What is the name of that Dominant?"

John squeezed Nico's hand reassuringly. "Her name is Mistress Elena. She's one of the most respected Doms here."

" Thank you, I will look in to her later." Nico said voice neutral.

John could feel the tension in Nico's hand, but he knew that pushing the issue would only make things worse. "Come, let's go." he said, leading the detective through the club.

As they walked, John couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in the space he had created. Despite the recent turmoil, the club was still a heaven for those who sought refuge in the world of BDSM. The soft whispers of pleasure, the clink of chains, and the faint smell of leather filled the air, a symphony of sensations that had become as familiar to him as his own heartbeat.

Nico on the other hand was on high alert, his eyes darting around the club, taking in every scene with a critical gaze. John could see the internal struggle playing out on the detective's face, his mind racing with questions and judgments.

"Who is that?" Nico pointed to a male Dominat.

John's eyes followed Nico's finger to the figure dressed in leather, wielding a whip with precision. "That's Sir Dominic," he said, his voice even. "He's one of the best."

" Let me guess, the most respected Dom?" Nico asked, sarcasticaly.

John couldn't help but chuckle at Nico's comment. "Actually, yes. He's very strict about consent and safety. He's been here longer than I have," he said, his voice filled with respect.

" Looks like everyone in your line of work here is the most respected one" Nico said voice back to the autoritathive tone John knew.

John squeezed Nico's hand, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, we all have our specialties," he said with a smile. "And Sir Dominic is definitely a master of his."

Nico couldn't help but be drawn into John's infectious charm, his eyes softening slightly. "When you say so," he murmured.

" Could you please, point me to the Alpha Doms?" Nico asked voice softer now.

John nodded and led him to a private area where the Alpha Doms were having a meeting. As they approached, the door opened and Sir Joseph looked up, his eyes narrowing at the sight of Nico. The room fell silent, the Alpha Doms sensing the tension in the air.

"John," Sir Joseph said, his voice cool. "What brings you here?"

Nico stepped forward, " My name is Nico Front, and I am detective that deals with sex trafficking and sexual expolidation of any kind as well buying and selling people, I am here to talk to you about Harold Sazel" his voice authoritative and filled with contempt.

The room grew tense, the Alpha Doms exchanging glances. John knew that this was a delicate situation, and he watched as Nico's confidence grew with every step closer he took to them.

"What do you want with Harold?" Sir Joseph demanded, his voice like a whip crack.

Nico's eyes never left the Dom's face. "I believe you are aware that he was arrested for buying subs for his scenes, therefore comiting a crime, sexual exploitation" he said, his voice firm.

Sir Joseph's expression didn't change, but John could see the muscles in his jaw clench. "We are aware of the allegations," he said, his voice measured. "But we have no tolerance for such behavior here. We're a consensual community."

Nico chuckled empty, " They aren't allegations but facts, as he is currently in court, that will determine the lenght of his sentence." Nico said not breaking eye contact.

John felt his heart pound in his chest, the room seeming to close in around them. The Alpha Doms stared at Nico, their expressions a mix of anger and suspicion.

" And as for your 'consensual community' " Nico said sarcasticaly. " I am here to talk to you, as far as I understand, you have a main say over other Doms here, so I am here asking if anyone here got Harlod tips, or provided those people themselves" Nico said voice raised and authoritative.

The room grew even tenser, the Alpha Doms' expressions darkening. John felt a knot form in his stomach. He knew that Nico's brashness could be a double-edged sword, but he also knew that the detective's passion for justice was unyielding.

"Detective Front, while we appreciate your dedication to your work, we must insist that you respect the sanctity of this club," Sir Joseph said, his voice low and dangerous. "We are not here to be interrogated."

" So what I got from this is, your refusal to cooperate" Nico said his eyes narrowing.

Sir Joseph's gaze didn't waver from Nico's, the unspoken challenge hanging in the air. John could feel the tension thicken, the power dynamics in the room shifting like a game of chess. He knew that Nico was treading on dangerous ground, but he also knew that the detective's convictions wouldn't allow him to back down.

Sir Joseph took a deep breath and said calmly, "Our club operates within the boundaries of the law, Detective Front. If you have any evidence of wrongdoing, please present it to us, and we will take appropriate action. However, we will not be vilified for the actions of one man."

" A man under YOURS supervision" Nico punctuated.

Sir Joseph's eyes flashed with anger, but his tone remained icy calm. "Harold Sazel's actions were his own," he said firmly. "We had no knowledge of his extracurricular activities, nor do we condone them."

" Well, but now you do, so what actions were taken to ensure the safety and prevention of repetition," Nico said voice laced with disgust, otherwise appearing calm. " And those 'extracurricular activities' happend here, in this club"

John felt his stomach drop. He knew that Nico was right, but the way he was pushing the Alpha Doms was risky. The club was their sanctuary, and having a detective question their integrity was a serious breach of trust.

"We have taken steps to ensure that no one under our watch will engage in such behavior again," Sir Joseph said, his voice like steel. "But we cannot be held responsible for the actions of every member outside of our premises."

" Doesn't it contradicts? You preach protections and consent yet have people like Harold here, do you considere his actions just a simple slip up that doesn't requiere your precious time?" Nico pressed.

Sir Joseph leaned back in his chair, his eyes cold. "We are not a babysitting service, Detective. We are a community for adults who engage in consensual activities. If you have evidence that anyone here was involved in coercing or forcing someone to participate, bring it to us. Until then, I suggest you tread lightly," he warned.

Nico pulled up files from his bag, " Here, these are confessions of Harolds subs!" Nico threw the files on the table with a thud.

The Alpha Doms exchanged glances, their expressions grim as they picked up the files and began to read. John's heart raced as he watched them, knowing that the confessions contained details of the horrific acts that had occurred under their nose.

"Let me ask again, what steps were taken to ensure that no one under your watch will engage in such behavior again?" Nico asked voice annoyed.

Sir Joseph looked up from the files, his gaze icy. "We have reviewed our membership process and tightened our screening procedures," he said, his voice firm. "We have also made it clear that any such behavior will result in immediate expulsion from the club and potential legal action."

" Legal actions, exactly and I am here" Nico responded sitting down.

The Alpha Doms exchanged glances, but none of them spoke. The silence in the room was deafening, the only sound the rustling of the pages as they read through the confessions. John felt his palms grow sweaty, his heart racing as he watched the scene unfold. He knew that the club's reputation was at stake, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear at what Nico's investigation could reveal.

Finally, Sir Joseph closed the file and looked up at Nico.

"I understand your concern, Detective," he said, his voice like gravel. "But we have done everything within our power to ensure that this does not happen again. We are cooperating with the authorities, and we are committed to maintaining a safe and consensual environment for all our members."

Nico's eyes never left Sir Joseph's, his jaw clenched tightly. "Your so-called 'screening' clearly wasn't enough," he spat. "I want to know what you're doing to help the victims, and does your maintaining of safe enviroment includes subs as well or do they come second to the reputation of Doms?"

John felt his chest tighten, knowing that Nico's accusations were hitting a nerve. The Alpha Doms shifted uncomfortably, but none of them spoke up to challenge the detective.

"We are providing support to those affected," Sir Joseph said, his voice tight. "And we are reviewing our entire community to ensure that any other predators are found and dealt with."

" How are you providing support?" Nico asked.

Sir Joseph's eyes narrowed, but he remained calm. "We have a team of counselors available to our members," he replied. "And we are working with local organizations to provide additional resources and support."

" I would like the access to your team of counselors as well as the names of those local organizations!" Nico commanded sternly.

John felt the tension in the room rise even further. He knew Nico was pushing hard, but he also knew that the Alpha Doms were a proud and private bunch. They weren't going to hand over their community's secrets without a fight.

"We're cooperating with the investigation, Detective," Sir Joseph said, his voice low and firm. "But we also have a duty to protect our members' privacy."

" Brings me to my other point" Nico started, " Do you do scenes yourself as well?"

John felt his heart stop for a moment. He knew that Nico's line of questioning was leading somewhere, but he wasn't sure where. "Yes," Sir Joseph said, his voice steady. "As the club's manager, I engage in scenes with my own subs."

Nico's gaze was unrelenting. "What type of scenes, you engage in?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Sir Joseph's expression didn't change, but John could see the flicker of annoyance in his eyes. "I engage in scenes that are consensual and within the boundaries of our club's rules," he said firmly.

Nico took a breath, " Let's try again, What type of scenes, you engage in?"

Sir Joseph's eyes flashed with anger, but he maintained his composure. "My personal scenes are none of your concern, Detective," he said, his voice like a whip.

" I am afraid that they are right now, you don't have to specify it, but then I want you to provide me with a complete list of yours and every Alpha Dom here submissives, I will contact them instead!" Nico demanded.

Sir Joseph's eyes narrowed, but he knew he had to tread carefully. "Our subs' privacy is paramount," he said, his voice tight. "But if you have a warrant, we will cooperate."

" I will come back with a warrant then" Nico said simply.

" I am trying to make sure that people here are safe, and by their free will, if you cannot promise it or ensure it, I would like to speak to someone competent enough who can " Nico said starring Sir Joseph down.

Sir Joseph saw red at the detectives disrespect, but he knew better than to show it. "Very well," he said through gritted teeth. "I will arrange for you to speak with our head of security and our club therapist. They are both knowledgeable about our practices and can assure you of our commitment to safety and consent."

" Thank you " Nico said camly, " Lastly I would like your contact information for our future encounter" Nico said, while placing his own card on the table.

Sir Joseph's gaze was sharp as he handed over a card with the club's information. "You can reach me through the club," he said, his tone making it clear that this was not an invitation for personal contact.

" Thank you, next time we see face to face I will have a warrant" Nico said, taking the card, " I can spoil that our future conversation will be about Boris and his actions and scenes, as well as your personal scenes and treatment of your submissives" Nico said starring at Sir Joseph.

Sir Joseph felt the heat of Nico's gaze bore into him, but he didn't flinch. Instead, he offered a curt nod. "We'll be expecting you," he said, his voice as cold as ice.

John could feel the anger radiating off the Alpha Doms in the room, but he knew that Nico's methods were necessary.

"Thank you for your time," Nico said, his voice deceptively calm. "I look forward to our next meeting."

John could see the storm brewing in the Alpha Doms' eyes, but he knew that Nico had made his point. The detective had shaken the very foundation of their community, and the cracks were beginning to show. As they left the meeting, John couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The club had been his home, his sanctuary, but now it felt tainted by the suspicion and accusations that filled the air.

" You didn't have to be there" Nico said looking at John " I expected that you will go to your office I know you have work" Nico said slightly worried.

John met his gaze, "I know, but I couldn't stay away, not after what happened" he replied, his voice filled with concern.

Nico kissed his lips, " Sweet" he whispered, " I will roam here a little longer, and then leave to the station, do you want me to set you off to your office?"

John nodded, his eyes on Nico's, "That would be great," he said, his voice a little shaky.

Nico took John's hand, and they walked out of the private area, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the now-silent club. The atmosphere had shifted dramatically, the earlier sounds of pleasure replaced by a tension so thick it was almost tangible. The other members looked at them with a mix of curiosity and fear, the air of authority that Nico carried with him like a cloak.

John felt a swirl of emotions as they reached his office. On one hand, he was proud of Nico for standing up to the Alpha Doms and demanding answers. On the other hand, he couldn't ignore the sense of loyalty he had to the club and its members. The thought of the club being raided and shut down again was unbearable.

He watched as Nico pulled out his phone, his thumbs flying over the screen as he typed out a message. "I'll be at the station," Nico said, his eyes never leaving the phone. "I need to follow up on some leads."

John nodded, his heart heavy. "Be careful," he said, his voice thick with worry.

Nico kissed him, and John watched him leave.

John felt the weight of the club's future on his shoulders as he sank into his chair, his mind racing. He had to find a way to protect his home and the people he cared about, without compromising his own integrity or betraying Nico's trust. He knew that the detective's methods were aggressive, but he also knew that the safety of the community was at stake.

As John laid in his chair, Sir Dominic entered with a knock.

"John, can we talk?" his voice was filled with a mix of concern and anger.

John nodded, his mind still reeling from the confrontation. "Sure, what's up?"

Sir Dominic closed the door behind him, his eyes dark. "What was that about?" he demanded.

John looked at him confused, "What do you mean?"

"That detective," Sir Dominic said, his voice tight. "You know how rumors go around here, someone said they saw you two kiss, are seriously fucking a cop?"

John felt his cheeks flush, but he met Sir Dominic's gaze steadily. "Yes, Nico and I are involved," he admitted.

"God!" Sir Dominic rolled his eyes, " Look I don't care what you do in private, but really! A cop! Cannot you pick another fucktoy? One that won't make a fuss in here"

John felt his temper flare, "Nico isn't a 'fucktoy', and he's not here to cause trouble," he said, his voice tight with defensiveness. "He's trying to do his job and keep people safe, including us."

Sir Dominic scoffed, "And what makes you think we're not safe here?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

John took a deep breath, trying to keep his anger in check. "You know what happened with Boris and the others," he said, his voice measured. "You can't deny that there are predators in our midst."

Sir Dominic's expression softened slightly. "I know," he said, his voice a little less confrontational. "But we can handle it internally."

John shook his head. "It's gone too far for that," he said, his voice firm. "We need to work with the authorities to root out the bad guys and protect the club's reputation."

Sir Dominic leaned against the desk, his expression thoughtful. "But what if working with the cops brings more trouble than it solves?" he asked, his gaze on John.

John met his eyes, his voice steady. "We can't ignore the problem, Sir," he said. "If we want to maintain our integrity and keep the club open, we have to face it head-on."

Sir Dominic sighed, his arms uncrossing as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I know," he conceded. "But I don't trust the cops. They're always looking for a reason to shut us down."

John leaned forward, his hands clasped on the desk. "Nico's different," he said, his voice earnest. "He's one of the good guys, and he's been through a lot himself."

Sir Dominic raised an eyebrow, "So, you're saying we should just hand over all our documents to a cop because you like how he spread his ass for you?"

John felt his jaw clench at the crude remark, but he didn't rise to the bait. "We can't keep burying our heads in the sand."he said firmly.

Sir Dominic studied him for a moment before nodding, his expression a mix of resignation and understanding. "Alright," he said finally. "But if this backfires, it's on you."

John nodded solemnly, "I know the risks," he said. "But I believe in Nico, and I believe in us."

Sir Dominic's expression softened slightly, and he nodded. "I'll back you up," he said. "But you'd better be right about him."

Sir Dominic sat down, " Now I think is obvious it would be for the best if other Doms didn't know you are dicking down a cop, to keep a peace in here and between us"

John nodded, "I understand your concern, but my relationship with Nico is my personal matter."

Sir Dominic leaned forward, his eyes piercing. "It's more than that, John," he said firmly. "It's about the club's reputation. If word gets out that one of us is playing on both sides of the fence, it could tear us apart."

John took a deep breath, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. "I know," he said, his voice tight. "But I trust Nico, and I believe he can help us."

Sir Dominic's gaze didn't waver. "Just remember," he said, his voice a warning. "Loyalty goes both ways. If he ever betrays you or this club, you come to us first."

John nodded, his jaw tight. "I understand," he said.

Sir Dominic studied him for a moment before leaning back in his chair, his expression unreadable. "We'll keep it between us," he said finally. "But you need to be careful, John. This isn't just about you and your little plaything."

John nodded, his jaw clenched. He knew that his relationship with Nico was a risk, but he also knew that the detective was their best hope for keeping the club safe. "I'll be careful," he assured him.

Sir Dominic's expression unreadable. "See that you are," he said, " Now as just friends, what is he to you, just temporary hole for your dick?"

John felt a flash of anger at the disrespectful tone. "Nico is more than that," he said firmly. "He's someone I care about, and I'll do whatever it takes to protect him."

Sir Dominic's eyes narrowed, but he didn't push further. "God your deep in huh" he said, his voice gruff.

John's gaze didn't waver, "Nico is important to me," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Sir Dominic nodded slowly, "Fine" he said, his voice gruff. "But remember, John, the club comes first, have him then if you want, but just know that others may not be as tolerant" Sir Dominic said standing up, " I really hope that your pocket pussy won't cause more trouble!"

John's anger kept rising due to Dominic's 'nicknames' for Nico, he slamed his fist down, "Nico is my lover not a 'plaything' or 'pocket pussy'. Show some respect goddamit."

Sir Dominic raised his hands in surrender, "Alright, alright, sorry if I hit a nerve," he said, his voice still gruff.

John took a deep breath, trying to rein in his temper. "It's not just about me," he said, his voice a little calmer. "It's about the club and the people here. We have to protect them."

Sir Dominic's expression softened slightly. "I know," he said, his voice a little less gruff. "But you have to be smart about it. Don't let your personal feelings cloud your judgment."

John nodded, "I won't," he said firmly. "But I won't let fear or prejudice dictate how we handle this either."

Sir Dominic sighed, "Fine," he said, "He fucks a cop" he murmured while leaving and slaming door.

John felt a mix of anger and sadness as the door closed behind him. He knew that convincing the rest of the club's members to trust Nico wouldn't be easy, but he was determined to make it work. He leaned back in his chair, his mind racing with thoughts of how to bridge the gap between their worlds.

John knew that he couldn't let his personal feelings for Nico jeopardize the club's future, but he also couldn't stand by while the detective was vilified.

John sat in his office, the silence echoing the tumultuous emotions within him. He had to find a way to convince the Alpha Doms that Nico was an ally, not an enemy. He knew that the detective was just doing his job, trying to ensure that the club remained a safe haven for all its members.

The rest of the day passed in blur, with John juggling his club responsibilities and his growing concern for Nico's investigation. As the night grew darker, the club's energy shifted from the day's quiet anticipation to a thriving hub of desires and secrets.

John couldn't shake the feeling that every move he made was being watched, scrutinized. The whispers grew louder, the glances more pointed, as the club's members began to piece together the puzzle of his relationship with Nico. He knew he had to tread carefully, not wanting to stir up trouble.

As the night progressed, John found himself drawn back to the club's dungeon, the place where he had first found solace in the arms of another. The sights and sounds were familiar, comforting, but now they were tainted with the looming shadow of the investigation. He watched the scenes unfold, the cries of pleasure mixing with the metallic clang of chains and the thwack of leather against flesh.

But his thoughts remained with Nico, who was no doubt deep in his own investigation. He knew the detective was driven by his own demons, seeking justice for the innocents who had been hurt by the very people they were supposed to be protected by. John couldn't help but worry about what Nico would uncover, and what it would mean for their relationship.

The club was John's sanctuary, but now it felt like a minefield. He walked through the dimly lit corridors, his eyes scanning the faces of the patrons. He knew he had to keep his cool, to act as if nothing had changed, but it was hard when everything felt so precarious.

He watched a public scene in progress, the sizzling chemistry between the sub and her Dom palpable. It reminded him of his own early days in the lifestyle, when every touch was electric, every command a gateway to euphoria. But tonight, the shadows dancing on the walls of the dungeon seemed to hold more questions than answers.

John felt the weight of his position in the club, the responsibility to maintain its sanctity. Yet, he knew that change was inevitable. The whispers of doubt and fear grew louder with each passing moment, and he couldn't ignore the chill that seeped into the very air he breathed.

John aproached few Doms, talking in distance, trying to read their moods and gauge their reactions to the day's events. Most were tight-lipped, their eyes flicking towards him before quickly looking away. He knew that he and Nico had stirred a hornet's nest, but he was determined to stand his ground.

As the night grew later, the club's activities grew more intense. John found himself drawn to the edge of a particularly intense scene, his eyes on the sub's face, looking for signs of distress. He knew that Nico would be watching out for the same things if he were here, ensuring that every act was as consensual and safe as it was exhilarating.

A young submissive caught his eye, her eyes shimmering with a mix of fear and excitement as her Dom pushed her limits. John felt a pang of longing for the days when he had been the one to guide a novice through their first experiences. But tonight, he was more of an observer, his mind racing with thoughts of Nico and the investigation.

The sound of a gag being removed pierced the air, and the sub's voice was clear, "Thank you, Sir," she murmured, her eyes glazed with pleasure. John felt a twinge of relief—the scene was genuine, the trust between the participants unshaken by the day's events.

As the scene concluded, John couldn't help but feel a strange kinship with the sub, knowing that she too was navigating a world of power and submission. He approached the couple, his demeanor professional despite the personal turmoil churning within. "Everything okay here?" he asked, his voice firm but gentle.

The Dom nodded, a proud smile on his face. "Thanks for checking in, John," he said, his grip on the sub's arm protective. "She's a tough one, isn't she?"

John couldn't help but smile back, "Indeed," he said, his eyes lingering on the sub's flushed cheeks. "But remember, consent is key," he reminded them gently.

The Dom nodded, his grip on the sub's arm loosening slightly. "Always," he assured John.

John couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride in the club's members, despite the tension in the air. He knew that the BDSM community was built on a foundation of trust and consent, and seeing it in action—even amidst the chaos of the investigation—was a testament to its strength.

He made his way back to his office, his thoughts still on Nico. He knew that the detective was likely working late into the night, piecing together the puzzle of the club's inner workings. The thought of Nico, alone in a world of steel and cold interrogation rooms, brought a frown to John's face. He wished he could be there, offering support and maybe even a bit of heat to warm the cold, stark environment.

John decided to call Nico, needing to hear his voice, to reassure himself that the detective was okay. His heart raced as he dialed the number, his palms sweaty. The phone rang, once, twice, before Nico's voice filled the line. "John," he said, his tone a mix of surprise and something else John couldn't quite place.

"Hey," John said, his voice gruff. "How's it going?"

There was a brief pause on the line before Nico spoke, "It's been a long day," he said, his voice weary. "But I'm making progress. I am gonna be done soon, do you want to come to my apartment tonight?"

John's heart skipped a beat at the thought of seeing Nico, of feeling his warmth and strength. "Yes," he said, the word leaving his lips before he could second-guess himself. "I need to see you."

Nico's voice softened, the weariness in his tone giving way to something softer. "I need you too," he said. "Can I get you in an hour?"

John nodded, even though Nico couldn't see him. "I'll be waiting," he said, his voice thick with need.

The hour felt like an eternity as John waited for Nico. He couldn't shake the feeling that their worlds were colliding in a way that could either save the club or destroy it. He knew that he had to be strong, for Nico and for the subs who looked up to him.

When Nico finally arrived, the tension between them was palpable. John pulled the detective into a tight embrace, feeling the warmth of his body melt the coldness that had settled in his bones. They didn't speak for a long moment, just held onto each other, drawing comfort from their shared strength.

"You okay?" Nico asked finally, his voice a murmur against John's neck.

John nodded, his arms tightening around the detective's waist. "I will be," he said, his voice muffled. "We'll figure this out together."

Nico pulled back, his eyes searching John's. "We will," he said firmly.

" Let's go"John said gently.

As they were leaving John's office, John was holding Nico's waist, guiding him through the dimly lit hallway, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the emptiness of the club. The atmosphere was tense, and John could feel the eyes of the few remaining members on them as they made their way to the exit.

John noticed Sir Dominic starring at them, his gaze filled with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. He knew the news of his relationship with Nico would spread like wildfire, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety. But as they stepped into the cool night air, the tension of the club was left behind. Nico's apartment was a stark contrast to the opulent space they had just vacated—small, cluttered with books and files, but it was filled with a sense of purpose that John found oddly comforting.

The detective's eyes searched John's, and he could see the weariness and doubt etched into every line. "Thank you," Nico murmured, leaning into him.

John felt the warmth of Nico's breath against his neck, and it sent a shiver down his spine. "For what?" he asked, his voice gruff.

"For doing this for me," Nico said, his voice barely a whisper.

John's hand stroked down Nico's back, feeling the tension in the detective's body. "You're welcome," he murmured.

Later at night when they were making out, John's hand slid down Nico's body, caressing his firm ass. Nico moaned into his mouth, his body responding despite the chaos of the day. They moved together in a rhythm that was as natural as breathing, their passion a silent declaration of their bond.

John roam his hands, feeling Nico's firm body, his hands moving over the detective's chest, feeling the beat of his heart. He could feel Nico's arousal growing, pressing against him, and he knew that despite the circumstances, this was what they both needed—each other.

He felt how Nico was opening his legs for him, inviting him to explore further. He took the invitation, his hand sliding down to cup Nico's cock, which was already hard and pulsing with need. Nico gasped into his mouth, his hips bucking into John's touch.

John was hard himself ready to take Nico apart, however the 'nicknames' that Dominic said to describe Nico replayed in his head, the anger and the disrespect behind it. He broke the kiss, "You know Nico, I can't shake off what Dominic called you."

Nico looked up at him with confusion, "What do you mean? What happend?"

John's jaw clenched as he recounted the conversation with Sir Dominic, his anger palpable. "He called you a 'plaything' and 'pocket pussy'. I won't tolerate that kind of disrespect, not even from my friends in work."

Nico's eyes searched John's, understanding dawning. "It's just words," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "Do you think of me like that?"

John's grip on Nico tightened, his eyes fierce. "Never," he said, his voice a low growl. "You're so much more than just sex for me. You are so much more than anyone will ever know."

Nico's eyes searched John's, and he could see the truth in the dominant's gaze. "I know," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of relief and love. "I am sorry that I cause problems for your work friends..."

John's expression softened, "Don't apologize," he said, his thumb brushing over Nico's plump bottom lip. "You're worth more than their opinions."

Nico nodded, his eyes welling up with tears. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice cracking.

John kissed him gently, his hands continuing to roam Nico's body, reaffirming their connection. "You're everything to me." he murmured against the detective's lips.

Nico's eyes searched John's, finding a fierce protectiveness that made his heart swell. "And you're everything to me," he said, his voice hoarse with emotion.

" I want to show you, how much you mean to me" John said kissing his forehead. " But not with sex, not tonight"

Nico nodded, his eyes shining with understanding. "What do you have in mind?"

John took a deep breath, his mind racing with possibilities. "I want to do something special," he said, his voice gentle. "Something that shows you how much you mean to me, without the distraction of the club or the investigation."

Nico's eyes searched John's, the question in them clear. "What do you have in mind?" he asked, his voice tentative.

John took a moment, considering his words. "I want to take you somewhere, just the two of us," he said, his voice filled with resolve. "Somewhere we can just be... us."

Nico's eyes lit up, the excitement clear. "Where?"

John thought for a moment before responding, "The beach," he said, his voice filled with a sudden decisiveness. "We'll go tomorrow, just the two of us. No work, no club, no drama—just the ocean and the stars."

Nico's smile was like the sun breaking through the clouds, chasing away the shadows of the day. "I'd like that," he said, his voice filled with genuine warmth.

John kissed Nico on the lips and tucked him closer, feeling the detective's body melt into his embrace. They layed there for a long moment, their hearts beating in sync, before John pulled away, his gaze serious. "We'll leave early in the morning," he said, his voice firm. "We both need this."

Nico nodded, his eyes shining with hope. "I'll pack a bag," he said, his voice still a whisper.

John watched as Nico moved around the room, gathering clothes and supplies for their escape from the city. He couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him at the thought of leaving the chaos behind. As Nico packed, John couldn't help but admire the detective's dedication to his work, his willingness to dive into the darkest of places to bring light to the shadows.

John chuckled at the frantic movement of detective, " You can do that in the morning" he said laughing quietly.

Nico stopped and looked at him, his eyes searched John's, "But what if I forget something?"

John reached over and pulled him back into the bed, "You won't," he said with a smirk, "We're going to the beach, not into the wild. But if you really want to, you can do it in the morning."

They both chuckled and cuddled closer, the warmth of their bodies a stark contrast to the cold reality of the outside world. The comfort of their shared space was a balm to their souls, a reminder that amidst the chaos, they had each other.

John traced patterns on Nico's bare back, his mind racing with thoughts of the beach, the salty breeze, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore. It would be a chance to escape, if only for a little while. "Rest," he murmured, his hand coming to rest in the small of Nico's back. "We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

Nico's eyes fluttered closed, his breathing evening out as he drifted off to sleep. John watched him for a moment, his heart swelling with affection. He knew that tomorrow would be a test of their bond, a chance to show each other that their connection was more than just the heat of a moment.

The early morning light filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow across the room. John was already awake, his mind racing with anticipation. He gently shook Nico's shoulder, whispering his name until the detective's eyes blinked open. "It's time," he murmured.

Nico's eyes searched John's, still clouded with sleep but quickly clearing as he remembered their plan. He sat up, the blankets pooling around his waist, revealing the bruises. John felt a flash of anger, but pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand. "We're going to leave all of this behind for a while," he said, his voice a gentle promise.

They packed quickly, the tension of the past few days seeming to melt away with every item they placed into the bag. The drive to the beach was filled with talk about nothing and John never had that much fun, Nico's excitement was contagious.

They arrived, the air slightly cold, the waves crashing against the shore a soothing rhythm that seemed to wash away the stress of the city.

John carried the bag, and Nico couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement as they made their way to the water's edge. The beach was empty, the only sound the gentle hiss of the retreating waves and the cry of distant gulls. John spread out a blanket, and they sat down, their legs tangling together.

The sand was cool under their bare feet, the salt air filling their lungs as they watched the horizon, the sun a fiery orb not too high yet. "Thank you," Nico murmured, his voice barely carrying over the sound of the surf.

John turned to look at him, his eyes filled with warmth. "For what?"

Nico's cheeks flushed, his gaze dropping to their intertwined fingers. "For everything," he whispered. "For... caring."

John's grip tightened, his thumb brushing over Nico's knuckles. "You deserve to be cared for," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You're so strong, Nico, but even the strongest of us need a soft place to land."

Nico leaned into him, his head resting on John's shoulder. "You're that place for me," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

John's arm tightened around Nico's shoulders, his chest swelling with a fierce protectiveness. "Always," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the detective's temple.

"Do you want to go into water?" Nico asked eyes on the water.

John didn't answer just threw Nico over his shoulder and started walking towards the water. Nico squealed in surprise and laughed, his laughter echoing over the beach. John felt a smile spread across his face, the weight of the detective's body over his shoulder a comforting reminder of him being there with him.

They reached the shoreline, and John gently set Nico down, the water lapping at their toes. "You okay?" he asked, his eyes searching Nico's for any sign of pain or hesitation.

Nico nodded, his eyes shining with excitement. "Come, here you big bear," he said laughing, taking John's hand.

They waded into the water, the coolness of the waves a stark contrast to the warmth of their skin. Nico squealed as the water reached his thighs, and John couldn't help but laugh. It was a carefree moment, a stark contrast to the dark reality of their lives.

John pulled Nico closer, their bodies moving in sync with the rhythm of the waves. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice a declaration that was as much a promise as it was a warning to anyone who dared to hurt him.

Nico's eyes searched John's, his own feelings a jumble of desire and need. "And you're mine," he said, his voice firm.

John felt a thrill run through him at Nico's words, the possessiveness in his tone sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock. "Always," he murmured, his eyes never leaving Nico's.

The detective stepped closer, the water now up to their waists. His hand reached up, cupping John's cheek. "I am really glad I pretended to be a sub for you," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "You're... everything."

John's eyes searched Nico's, the depth of his feelings reflected in the blue depths. "And you," he said, his voice thick with emotion, "are my everything."

They kissed, the saltwater mixing with their passion, the waves crashing around them as if the ocean itself was celebrating their union. It was a moment of pure bliss, a promise of forever wrapped in a fleeting kiss.

They parted and John lunched himself at Nico, throwing him into water, the detective let out a scream of surprise and laughter. Nico surfaced, splashing water in John's direction, a playful glint in his eye. "That's it, you're going down," he said, his voice filled with mock anger.

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John's laughter echoed across the beach as he dove into the waves, his strong arms easily catching Nico around the waist. They played in the water, the sound of their laughter mingling with the crash of the waves. It was a simple, uncomplicated joy that John hadn't felt in a long time, and it was intoxicating.

John couldn't believe that he could felt so much for someone as much as he felt towards Nico right now, it was a feeling that he hadn't felt in a long time. The water was cold but the warmth of Nico's body was enough to keep him from shivering. They swam and played for what felt like hours, the chill of the ocean water a refreshing escape from the intensity of their daily lives.

As they emerged from the waves, the sun had climbed higher in the sky, casting a warm glow over their soaked bodies. John reached for the towel they had brought and began to dry Nico off, his eyes lingering on the detective's sculpted form. Nico's skin was flushed from the cold water and exertion, and John felt his cock stir at the sight. He leaned in and kissed Nico's neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

Nico shivered, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure down his spine. "John," he murmured, his voice filled with need.

John's eyes met Nico's, and he knew that their playful banter had turned into something more. He wrapped the towel around Nico's waist, his eyes darkening with desire. "You cold?" he asked, his voice a low purr.

Nico's breath hitched, his eyes fluttering closed as John's hands moved over his body, warming him up. "No," he murmured, "but I wouldn't say no to some... other warmth."

John smirked, his own desire clear in his gaze. "I think I can arrange that," he said, his voice dropping an octave. He pulled Nico closer, their bodies pressing together as the towel fell away. The sun-kissed skin was slick with saltwater, and John couldn't resist the urge to kiss Nico again, this time more urgently, more demandingly.

Their kiss grew deeper, their hands exploring each other with an intensity that spoke of their need. John's hand slid down to Nico's cock, already hard and begging for attention. He stroked him firmly, his thumb brushing over the sensitive head, making Nico gasp into his mouth.

Nico's hands found John's ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh, pulling him closer until their erections were pressing together. The friction was exquisite, and John knew that if they didn't get somewhere private soon, they'd end up fucking on the beach for all to see.

He pulled away from the kiss, panting, and scanned the area. There was no one in sight, but he didn't want to take any chances. "Come on," he murmured, taking Nico's hand.

He led Nico to his pick up truck, parked just out of view of the beach, and opened the back door. Inside, he had set up a makeshift bed with blankets and pillows. Nico's eyes widened in surprise, and John couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction. "I had a feeling we'd need some privacy," he said, his voice low and filled with mischief.

They climbed into the back, their eyes locked as they stripped away the last of their wet clothes. John couldn't help but admire the detective's body, the muscles of his chest and abs rippling in the sunlight. Nico's cock was hard and flushed, and John licked his lips in anticipation.

He pushed Nico down onto the makeshift bed, his eyes never leaving the detective's. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Nico's cheeks flushed, his eyes dropping to John's cock, which was now standing at full attention. "You're not so bad yourself," he said, his voice playful despite the seriousness of the moment.

John leaned over, his mouth claiming Nico's in a deep, slow kiss that spoke of their need for each other. Their tongues danced together, exploring and tasting, as their hands roamed over slick, salty skin. The scent of the ocean and their desire filled the small space, creating an intoxicating mix that had John's head spinning.

Nico's hands slid down John's back, his nails scratching lightly at the skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. John groaned into the kiss, his hips rocking against Nico's, their cocks sliding together. The friction was maddening, and John knew he needed more. He broke the kiss, his eyes dark with lust. "Spread your legs," he murmured, his voice a command that made Nico's body respond immediately.

Nico obeyed, his legs falling open. John's eyes raked over him, taking in every inch of his body. He reached for the lube they had brought, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers. He slid one digit into Nico, watching as the detective's body opened up for him, welcoming him in. Nico's eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth forming a silent 'Oh' of pleasure.

John added another finger, scissoring them to stretch Nico, preparing him for what was to come. Nico's hips rocked up to meet him, his breaths coming in pants. "John," he moaned, his voice a plea.

John's own need was growing, his cock aching to be buried inside Nico. He withdrew his fingers and slicked his cock, his hand moving in a steady rhythm that had him on edge. He leaned over, his cock poised at Nico's entrance, and met the detective's gaze. "Ready?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

Nico nodded, his eyes glazed with desire. "Yes," he breathed.

John hoisted Nico to his lap, his cock pressing against the detective's slick opening. Nico wrapped his legs around John's waist, his hands clutching John's shoulders for balance. With a slow, deliberate motion, John pushed into him, watching as Nico's eyes widened with pleasure.

Nico's body was tight around him, the heat of the detective enveloping him completely. John groaned, his hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt. "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice a rough whisper.

Nico's nails dug into John's shoulders, his eyes squeezed shut as he adjusted to the sensation. "John," he breathed, his voice a plea for more.

John leaned in and kissed him, their bodies moving in perfect sync as he began to rock his hips. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, punctuated by their moans and gasps. Nico's eyes fluttered open, meeting John's intense gaze, and he knew that this was where he belonged.

Their rhythm grew more frantic, the passion between them building to a crescendo. Nico's hands roamed over John's chest, feeling the muscles tense and release with every thrust. John's grip on Nico's hips tightened, his strokes deepening, hitting that spot that made Nico see stars.

The detective's moans grew louder, his body tensing as he approached climax. John felt it too, the pressure building in his balls, his breath coming in harsh pants. "I'm going to come," Nico whispered, his voice tight with need.

John smirked to himself, and suddenly stopped, he watched Nico's eyes widen with surprise. "Not yet," he whispered, his voice a gentle command. Nico's body quivered with the effort of holding back, his eyes searching John's for permission. John kissed him again, his tongue delving into Nico's mouth, tasting the detective's desperation. He pulled back, his eyes gleaming. "Tell me you're mine," he murmured, his hips stilling.

Nico's eyes went dark with lust, his voice a needy whine. "I'm yours," he gasped, his hips bucking upward, seeking the friction that John had denied him.

John grabed Nico's waist, preventing him to move, "What was that,love?" His voice low.

John watched Nico to whine, before saying, "I need to hear you say it," his voice firm yet filled with tenderness.

" I am yours, only yours" Nico said breathless, his teary eyes shining, " Please,please,..."

John felt his heart clench at the raw need in Nico's voice. He leaned in, their foreheads touching, their breath mingling. "And I am yours," he murmured, the words a vow that resonated through him. With that, he began to move again, his hips snapping into Nico's with a ferocity that left them both gasping.

Their movements grew more erratic, their moans echoing in the quiet of the beach in backround. John's hand found Nico's cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Nico's head fell back, his mouth open in a silent scream as he came, his body convulsing around John's cock. The sight was too much for John, and with a roar, he followed, filling Nico with his hot seed.

They remained there for a moment, their bodies entwined, the aftershocks of their climax washing over them. John's chest heaved with exertion, his heart racing in his chest. Nico's head rested on his shoulder, his breathing ragged. They didn't speak, the words unnecessary in the face of what they had just shared.

" Want to do this whole day?" Nico murmed to John's neck, "we mess around in the ocean and then fuck each other sensless?"

John chuckled, his body still trembling from the intense orgasm. "Sounds like a perfect plan to me," he said, pressing a gentle kiss to Nico's forehead. "But first, let's get some breakfast."

They dressed and headed to a nearby beachside café, their hands entwined. The smell of salt and sex clung to their skin, a secret only they shared. They ordered eggs and bacon, their appetites ravenous after their early morning activities. They talked about their favorite movies and books, the mundane topics a stark contrast to the dark underworld they both navigated.

John listend Nico talked about his childhood and hobbies, and he couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through his chest. He had never been with someone who was so open and honest with him, and it was a feeling he found himself craving more and more. "Tell me more," he said, his voice gentle.

He listend Nico talk and John realised that he never wanted Nico to stop, never wanted the moment to end. He felt a warmth spread through his chest, a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. They talked and laughed, their bodies still humming with the aftermath of their passionate encounter. It was a moment of pure happiness, a stark contrast to the shadows that lurked in their lives.

John shared pieces of himself as well it came natural, as if the ocean breeze had blown away the walls he'd built around his heart. He talked about his life before the club, his family, and his early days in the military. Nico listened intently, his eyes never leaving John's face, and John felt a sense of belonging he hadn't experienced in years.

Nico's eyes were warm, someone was listening him so intensivly, so patiently, someone finaly was not getting bored of him, and it was like a warm bath for his soul. They ate in comfortable silence, the salt air carrying the scent of their earlier passion. As they finished their meal, Nico took John's hand, leading him back to the beach. "Let's go for a walk," he suggested, his voice filled with a quiet excitement.

They strolled along the shoreline, the waves kissing their feet as they left a trail of footprints in the sand. The sun had risen higher now, casting a warm glow over the horizon. Nico felt his heart swell with every step, their connection growing stronger with each shared smile.

" Oh my god" Nico said suddenly.

John raised an eyebrow in question. "What's wrong?"

Nico turned them away, quickly " Okay look away! I just saw something and I am gonna buy it but you cannot see it " Nico said hurriedly before running away.

John watched him with a bewildered smile, his curiosity piqued. He glanced around the beach, watching the seagulls and the waves, waiting for Nico to return. When Nico did, he was carrying a small bags in his hand, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "What did you find?" John asked, his voice filled with amusement.

Nico grinned, holding up the bags. "A surprise," he said, his eyes sparkling. "But you'll have to wait until later to find out what it is."

John raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Okay, you got me curious now," he said, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

They continued their walk, the warm sand shifting beneath their feet as the waves lazily chased them up the beach. Nico's hand remained in John's, their fingers interlaced as if they had been doing this for years.

When they came back to the truck Nico placed the bags in the trunk of car, " That is for the night" He said his smile covering his whole face.

John raised an eyebrow, "Night?"

Nico nodded, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Yeah, I have a little something planned."

John couldn't help but grin. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?"

Nico's eyes twinkled. "You ain't seen nothing yet," he said, a hint of challenge in his voice.

John felt his heart race at the prospect of more surprises from Nico. They spent the rest of the day lounging on the beach, their bodies entwined as they soaked up the sun and each other's company. They talked about their hopes and fears, their pasts and futures, and every moment felt like a stolen slice of heaven.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, Nico cuddled under John's arm, the warmth of the day slowly giving way to the cool evening air. The breeze had picked up, carrying the scent of the ocean and a hint of something sweet and tantalizing from the café nearby. Nico's stomach growled, reminding them both that it was time to eat again. "How about we grab some dinner?" John suggested, his eyes still on the horizon.

Nico nodded, his mind already racing with possibilities. "What do you feel like?"

John squeezed Nico's shoulder, his eyes never leaving the fiery dance of the setting sun. "Surprise me," he said with a wink.

Nico chuckled, "Alright, I know just the place."

They drove to a small, dimly lit restaurant that John had never been to before. The smell of garlic and seafood wafted through the air, making John's mouth water. They were seated at a table by the window, where they could watch the sun dip below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange. The candle on the table flickered, casting shadows across their faces as they studied the menu.

Nico looked up from his phone, his eyes meeting John's. "I made us a reservation," he said with a smug smile. "I figured we deserve a nice dinner after the day we've had."

John's heart swelled with affection for the detective, who had managed to plan something like this in such a short time. They ordered their meals, and as they waited, Nico's hand found its way to John's thigh, his thumb tracing small circles that made John's cock twitch. The tension between them was palpable, a reminder of the passion they had shared during the whole day.

Their dinner arrived, a feast of fresh seafood and crispy bread. They dug in, the flavors exploding on their tongues, the clinking of silverware the only sound in the intimate space. Nico's hand never left John's leg, the light touch a silent promise of more to come. They ate slowly, savoring not just the food but the moment, the weight of their future together.

John's eyes kept straying to Nico's mouth, watching the way he licked the butter from his lips, and he found himself getting hard all over again. He knew Nico could feel it, the way his hand tightened on John's thigh, his eyes darkening with desire.

The conversation flowed easily between them. They talked about their favorite movies, their shared love for cooking, and the books that had shaped their lives. The candlelight flickered across their faces, casting them in a warm glow that seemed to deepen the connection between them.

As the dinner drew to a close, Nico leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "John," he said, his eyes filled with a smoldering heat. "I want to take you back to the beach tonight. I have a surprise for you."

John's heart raced, his cock swelling in his pants at the thought of what the night might hold. "What kind of surprise?" he asked, his voice low and filled with anticipation.

Nico leaned in closer, his breath warm against John's ear. "You'll just have to wait and see," he whispered.

Nico sat back and chuckled, " But maybe calm your little friend down first, because is not that " Nico said, pointing at John's erection.

John couldn't help but laugh, his hand reflexively moving to adjust himself. "You're a tease," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Nico's eyes danced with mischief. "Maybe," he said, his hand sliding up John's leg to give his cock a gentle squeeze before retreating. "But you'll thank me later."

They finished their dinner, the tension between them growing with each passing moment. As they left the restaurant, the cool evening air was a stark contrast to the heat of their desire. The beach was a short walk away, and Nico led John by the hand, the anticipation of what was to come a delicious ache in his stomach.

When they reached the spot Nico had in mind, he stopped and pulled John closer, their bodies pressed together in the shadow of a large rock. "This is where the surprise starts," he murmured, his breath hot against John's neck.

Nico kissed John on the lips, a soft, lingering kiss that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Close your eyes please" Nico said ordered gently.

John complied, his heart racing with excitement. He felt Nico's hand leave his waist and heard the rustling of the bag from earlier.

" Okay you can now" Nico said shyly.

John opened his eyes to find a soft blanket laid out on the sand, surrounded by a ring of flickering candles. The smell of vanilla filled the air, and little box of random fruits beside them. Nico's hand was shaking slightly as he held a pair of lanterns, " It was kinda rush, I didn't know they still sold them, I also have the lanterns you light and then put on the water" he said proudly looking at John.

John's eyes widened in surprise, a smile spreading across his face. "You did all this?" he asked, his voice filled with wonder.

Nico nodded, his cheeks flushing. "I said it was in rush" he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

John stepped closer, his eyes sweeping over the romantic setup. "It's perfect," he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. He wrapped his arms around Nico, pulling him in for a kiss that was slow and deep, filled with all the emotion he hadn't known he had.

When they broke apart, Nico was smiling, his eyes shining with excitement. "Come," he said, leading John to the blanket. "Let's get comfortable."

" Have you ever released lanterns?" Nico asked sitting down.

John sat down next to him, the warmth of his body seeping into Nico's side. "Can't say I have," John said, his eyes on the candles, "It's beautiful, Nico."

Nico's smile grew, and he handed John one of the lanterns. "It's easy," he said, demonstrating how to light the candle inside. "We write our wishes on it, then let it go."

John took the lantern, his heart fluttering with excitement. He scribbled a simple wish on the side: 'For us'. He watched as Nico did the same, his heart racing at the thought of what the detective might wish for. They lit the candles, the warm glow casting shadows across their faces.

John watched as they released the lanterns into the night sky, their candles casting a warm glow before disappearing into the darkness. It was a moment of pure magic, their silent wishes floating up to the stars.

" Oh also I bought this" Nico leaned away, John couldn't help but follow his movements with his eyes, Nico's body was like a symphony of beauty, every line and curve was a note that John's eyes danced upon. Nico pulled out a small sparkles and firework.

John chuckled, "You're full of surprises tonight," he said, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

Nico nodded, his grin wide. "You know I like to keep things interesting," he replied, his voice a mix of playfulness and sincerity.

They laid back on the blanket, their bodies still humming with the residual energy of their earlier passion. Nico pulled out the sparkler, the tip glowing a brilliant blue as he waved it through the air, drawing intricate patterns against the night sky. John watched, transfixed by the sight, feeling a sense of peace settle over him that was rare in his tumultuous life.

He felt a rush of protectiveness, the kind that came from a place deep within him that he didn't even know existed. It was overwhelming, and yet it felt so right. He leaned in and kissed Nico again, the sparks from the sparkler glinting in their eyes as their mouths moved together. The taste of the detective was intoxicating, a heady mix of salt and sweat that made him want more.

John pulled away, his eyes searching Nico's face. "What's your wish?" he asked, his voice a gentle caress.

Nico leaned into him, his eyes shining with hope. "For us to find happiness in this mess," he whispered, his voice carrying on the breeze.

John felt his chest tighten, his heart swelling with affection for the brave, resilient man beside him. He knew the path ahead would be fraught with challenges, but in this moment, with the sound of the waves and the feel of Nico's warmth beside him, it seemed like anything was possible.

" Set the firework" John said his excitement undenyable.

Nico nodded, a mischievous glint in his eye. He struck the match and lit the fuse, holding it for a moment before tossing it into the sand. They watched as the sparks shot into the sky, painting the night with bursts of color and light. The sound of the fireworks echoed across the beach, a symphony of crackles and pops that mirrored the fireworks of desire between them.

John wrapped his arms around Nico, pulling him close as they watched the display. The warmth of his embrace was like a blanket, comforting and protective. Nico leaned into him, feeling the steady beat of John's heart against his chest. For a moment, the world outside of their little bubble didn't matter. All that existed was the two of them, their love, and the endless expanse of the night sky.

When the final sparks of the firework faded, they lay back on the blanket, their bodies entwined. The sound of the waves provided a soothing backdrop to their whispers and laughter. Nico traced a pattern on John's chest with his fingertip, his eyes on the stars above.

John's hand found Nico's, their fingers lacing together. "You know," he said, his voice filled with a rare vulnerability, "I never thought I'd find someone like you."

Nico looked at him, his eyes soft. "Someone like me?"

John nodded, his thumb rubbing Nico's knuckles. "Someone who challenges me, who sees through the bullshit, who makes me feel alive."

Nico's heart skipped a beat at the sincerity in John's voice. "I never thought I'd find someone like you either," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Someone who doesn't see me as just an anoying person who asks so much, someone who makes me feel... safe."

John squeezed Nico's hand, his eyes on the stars. "You make me feel alive," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "And that's something I haven't felt in a very long time."

Nico leaned in, his lips brushing John's ear. "I want to make you feel that way every day," he murmured, his breath warm against John's skin.

John's cock twitched at the words, his body responding to the promise in Nico's voice. "And I want to do the same for you," he said, his voice low and husky.

They made love again on the beach, the stars their only witnesses. The sand was cool beneath them, the waves a gentle lullaby as they explored each other's bodies with a newfound reverence. John took his time, savoring every gasp and moan that fell from Nico's lips. He licked and kissed his way down Nico's chest, his teeth scraping against the detective's sensitive nipples. Nico's hands tangled in John's hair, urging him closer, his hips rising to meet John's hungry mouth.

John's own need grew with each passing moment, his cock aching for release. He slid up Nico's body, aligning their hips, and entered him with a slow, deliberate thrust that made them both cry out. The rhythm they found was natural, as if their bodies had been made for this very moment. Nico's legs wrapped around John's waist, his heels digging into John's back as he met each thrust with an eager arch of his hips.

" I am surprised, your dick didn't fall of yet" Nico said breathless and laughing.

John chuckled, his hips moving steadily. "I've got plenty of stamina, love," he murmured, his teeth grazing Nico's earlobe. "But if you want to take a break, just say the word."

Nico's eyes widened, his grip tightening on John's shoulders. "No," he panted, "don't stop."

John grinned, the challenge accepted. He kissed Nico deeply, his tongue delving into the detective's mouth as he picked up the pace. Nico's nails dug into his skin, his body writhing beneath him as John claimed him completely. The sound of the waves grew louder, their cries of pleasure mingling with the rush of the ocean.

Their bodies moved in a primal dance, each thrust bringing them closer to the edge. John could feel Nico's muscles tighten around him, could hear the desperation in his moans. He reached between them, his thumb finding Nico's leaking cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts.

Nico's eyes rolled back in his head, his hips bucking upward as John's hand worked its magic. "Fuck," he breathed, his voice ragged. "John, I'm gonna come."

John's own orgasm was building, his muscles tensing with each stroke. "Come for me, baby," he whispered, his voice a dark command that sent a shiver down Nico's spine.

Nico's eyes snapped open, locking onto John's, and with a final, guttural cry, he did just that. His body spasmed, releasing a hot flood of cum that John eagerly captured with his hand, using it to slick their bodies together. John followed soon after, his own release powerful and overwhelming, the tension in his body uncoiling as he emptied himself into Nico.

They lay there, panting and sweaty, their hearts racing in time with the retreating waves. The cool breeze washed over them, drying their skin and carrying away the scent of their passion. John rolled onto his side, his arm still around Nico, pulling him close. "You're amazing," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the detective's forehead.

Nico's eyes were closed, a content smile playing on his lips. "You are just discovering that?," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

John chuckled, his chest rising and falling with each breath. "I knew you were special," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "But every moment with you just proves it more."

Nico snuggled closer, his cheek pressed to John's chest. "I feel the same," he murmured, his eyes fluttering open to gaze up at him. "I never knew I could feel like this."

John's heart swelled with love for this man who had come into his life so unexpectedly and turned it upside down. "Neither did I," he confessed, tracing the line of Nico's jaw with his thumb. "But I'm grateful for every moment."

" I cannot wait for more surprises, from you" John whispered.

Nico chuckled " Next time I can top you!"

John smirked "You think you can handle it?"

Nico's eyes lit up with a competitive spark "Oh, I know I can handle it," he said with a smug smile. "I've learned from the best."

John laughed, his eyes filled with affection. "We'll see about that," he said, his voice playful. The idea of Nico taking the reins was intriguing, a new dynamic they hadn't yet explored.

The night grew colder, and John pulled the blanket up over them, wrapping Nico in his arms. They lay there for a while longer, the sound of the waves and the distant calls of the seagulls the only sounds that broke the silence. The stars above them seemed to whisper secrets, their light dancing across the water.

They laid there for a while longer, listening to the soothing lullaby of the ocean, their hearts beating in sync. But as the night grew colder, John knew they couldn't stay on the beach forever. "We should get back to the truck," he said, reluctance in his voice.

Nico nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah," he agreed, his eyes still on the stars.

They gathered their things and made their way back to the truck, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the quiet night. The air was cool and refreshing, a stark contrast to the heat of their passion. Once inside, John pulled Nico close, the warmth of the vehicle a stark contrast to the chilly beach air.

"Thank you," John murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "This was the perfect night."

Nico leaned in for a kiss, his hand resting on John's thigh. "It's just the beginning," he whispered, the promise in his words sending a thrill through John's body.

John started the engine, the low rumble a gentle reminder of the reality they would soon have to face. As they drove away from the beach, the warmth of their encounter still lingering in the air, they talked about their future, their voices filled with excitement and hope.

Nico's hand found its way to John's thigh again, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through John's body. "You know," John said, his voice thoughtful, "I've never done anything like this before."

Nico looked at him, his eyes filled with curiosity. "What do you mean?"

John took a deep breath, his grip on the steering wheel tightening for a brief moment. "This...us," he said, searching for the right words. "I've never let anyone in like this. I've never felt so...connected to someone."

Nico's hand squeezed John's thigh gently, his eyes never leaving the road ahead. "I know what you mean," he said softly. "It's scary, but also...exhilarating."

John nodded, his gaze flicking to Nico's profile. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice a low murmur. "It's like...I've been living in black and white, and suddenly there's color everywhere."

Nico's hand slid up John's leg, his thumb brushing the bulge in John's pants. "And I want to paint every moment with you," he said, his voice a seductive purr.

John's cock twitched in response, his eyes flicking to the detective's hand before returning to the road. "Careful," he warned, his voice thick with desire. "I might just pull over and show you how much I appreciate your creativity."

Nico's grin was infectious, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Is that a promise?" he asked, his hand inching closer to John's erection.

John chuckled, his own hand covering Nico's, halting its progress. "We'll save that for later," he said, his voice gruff with need. "But just so you know, I'm holding you to that."

Nico's eyes widened at the implication, his heart racing with excitement. "Oh, you can count on it," he promised, his hand retreating to rest on John's leg.

The drive back to Nico's place was filled with playful banter and gentle touches, the air thick with the promise of what was to come. When they finally pulled into the driveway, John was half-hard with anticipation, his thoughts racing with the possibilities of their next encounter.

Nico led John into the house, the warmth enveloping them as they shed their beach clothes. John's eyes roved over the detective's body, the light casting him in a soft glow that highlighted every muscle and curve. Nico's eyes met his, a smoldering hunger reflected in their depths.

John took a step closer, his hand reaching out to trace the line of Nico's collarbone. "You know, I've like to have a taste of what you're like when you're in charge," he murmured, his voice low and seductive.

Nico's eyes darkened with a hint of excitement. "Is that a challenge?"

John stepped closer, his hand moving to the back of Nico's neck, pulling him in for a deep, claiming kiss. "More like an invitation," he murmured against the detective's lips.

Nico's body responded immediately, his hands sliding around John's waist, pulling him closer until their bodies were pressed together. "Then consider it accepted," he said, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and challenge.

They moved to the bedroom, the anticipation building with each step. Nico pushed John onto the bed, his eyes never leaving John's as he straddled his hips. John felt a thrill of submission wash over him, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time. He looked up at Nico, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and curiosity.

Nico leaned down, his mouth hovering just above John's. "Tell me what you want," he whispered, his breath hot against John's skin.

John's chest rose and fell with anticipation. "I want you to take me," he said, his voice a needy growl. "I want to feel you in every way possible."

Nico's demenaur suddenly changed and he slumped forward, resting his head on John's shoulder.

John stiffened, "Is everything okay?"

Nico took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, I think I changed my mind," he admitted, his voice muffled against John's skin. "This is...kinda scary, being the top."

John's arms tightened around him, his heart swelling with tenderness. "Hey," he murmured, stroking Nico's back soothingly. "It's okay. We can go slow. Or we can stop if you're not comfortable."

Nico lifted his head, his eyes searching John's. "I would like to stop," he said. "I can be in charge but it feels wrong,being in charge in bed"

John nodded, his expression understanding. "It's okay," he murmured, kissing the tip of Nico's nose. "We'll figure it out together."

They laid there for a moment, their hearts pounding, their bodies still entwined. Then, with a shaky laugh, Nico rolled off John and onto his back, his arms spread wide. "Maybe we should just stick to what we know for now," he said, his voice laden with a mix of relief and disappointment.

John leaned over, kissing Nico's cheek. "It's okay," he said, his voice gentle. "We'll find our rhythm."

Nico's eyes searched John's, looking for any sign of judgment or frustration. Finding none, he relaxed into the warmth of John's embrace. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

John rolled onto his side, propping his head up with one hand. "For what?"

Nico's cheeks flushed. "For not making a big deal out of it," he said, his voice small.

John's smile was warm and reassuring. "It's just another part of us to explore," he said, his thumb brushing Nico's cheek. "And we've got all the time in the world to figure it out."

They laid there, their bodies still entangled, their breathing slowly returning to normal. The room was quiet except for the occasional rustle of the curtains in the breeze. John felt a sense of peace wash over him, a feeling that was as rare as the moments of pure connection they had shared tonight. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Nico's lips.

"Thank you," Nico whispered, his eyes searching John's face.

John's smile grew, his thumb continuing to trace Nico's cheek.

John pulled Nico closer to himself, wrapping an arm around the detective's waist. "We're in this together," he assured him, his voice a soothing balm to Nico's nerves. "Whatever we do, we'll do it at our own pace."

Nico nodded, his breathing evening out as he snuggled into John's embrace. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice filled with a hint of embarrassment. "I just...I don't know if I can be the one in charge in the bedroom."

John's hand stilled on Nico's cheek, his eyes soft. "You don't have to be," he said, his voice a gentle rumble.

Nico's eyes searched John's, looking for any sign of disappointment. Finding none, he let out a sigh of relief. "I just want to make sure we're both happy," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

John nodded, his thumb continuing to trace Nico's jaw. "And we are," he said firmly. "As long as we're honest with each other and communicate, we'll find what works for us."

Nico's smile was tentative, but it grew as John's hand slid down to his chest, his thumb circling one of Nico's hardened nipples. "You make me feel like I can tell you anything," he murmured, arching into the touch.

John leaned in, capturing Nico's mouth in a slow, deep kiss that left them both breathless. "You can," he said, his voice a promise. "I'm here for you, in every way."

Nico's eyes searched John's, the uncertainty slowly giving way to a spark of desire. "What if I'm not good at it?"

John's hand slid lower, cupping Nico's cock. "You're already perfect," he said, his voice a low rumble. "And we'll learn together."

Nico's eyes fluttered shut, a shiver of pleasure running through him as John's thumb teased the head of his cock. "Okay," he breathed, his voice a mix of desire and trust.

John's hand began to move in slow, deliberate strokes, his eyes never leaving Nico's face. He watched as the detective's expression grew more and more rapturous, his hips rising to meet John's hand. Nico's hands found their way to John's shoulders, his nails digging in as the pleasure grew.

"You're so beautiful," John murmured, his voice thick with need. "I could watch you like this forever."

Nico's eyes remained closed, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as John's hand worked its magic. "I want to feel you," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

John didn't need any further prompting. He shifted, reaching for the lube on the bedside table. He slicked his fingers, then slid them between Nico's legs, teasing his entrance before pushing in. Nico's body tightened around him, a silent invitation for more. John took it, adding a second finger, stretching Nico gently, preparing him for what was to come.

Nico's breath hitched, his body arching as John's fingers delved deeper. "More," he moaned, his eyes still closed.

John leaned in, his mouth claiming Nico's in a fiery kiss as he added a third finger. Nico's hips rolled, eager for the fullness that John's cock would soon provide. The sound of their kisses filled the room, a symphony of need and want.

John's hand stilled for a moment, giving Nico's body time to adjust to the intrusion. He watched the detective's face, reading every twitch and gasp, making sure he wasn't pushing too hard or too fast. Nico's eyes opened, meeting John's with a look that was a silent plea for more.

"Ready?" John asked, his voice a rough whisper.

Nico nodded, his eyes glazed with desire. "More than ready," he breathed.

John positioned himself, his cock slick with both their arousal and the lube. He pushed in, slow and steady, watching as Nico's body stretched around him. Nico's eyes fluttered closed, his mouth parting on a silent moan. John paused, giving Nico a moment to adjust before he began to move again, setting a pace that was both torturously slow and incredibly intimate.

Their bodies moved together, a dance that was both new and familiar. Nico's legs wrapped around John's waist, pulling him in deeper, urging him to claim him fully. John's strokes grew longer, his hips rolling in a way that made Nico's toes curl with pleasure. Each thrust was met with a gasp, each retreat leaving Nico begging for more.

John's eyes never left Nico's face, watching the play of emotions that danced across his features. The trust, the need, the passion - it was all there, laid bare for John to see. And it was intoxicating. He kissed Nico's neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, his hips moving with a steadiness that spoke of his experience.

Nico's nails dug into John's back, his moans growing louder with each stroke. "Harder," he begged, his body arching to meet John's thrusts.

John complied, his hips moving with more force, his cock driving deep into Nico. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, punctuated by Nico's cries of pleasure. His hand found Nico's cock again, stroking in time with his thrusts.

Nico's eyes flew open, his hips rising to meet John's. "Yes," he panted, his voice tight with need. "Just like that."

John's rhythm grew more urgent, his own orgasm building with each stroke. He could feel Nico's body tightening around him, the detective's muscles clenching and releasing in a silent plea for release. "Come for me," he growled, his voice thick with desire.

Nico's eyes snapped open, meeting John's. "Fuck," he gasped, his body bowing off the bed. John could feel the warmth of Nico's climax, his cock pulsing in his hand as he stroked him through it. Nico's nails scored John's back, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

John's own orgasm was close, the pressure building low in his belly. He thrust harder, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "Come with me," he urged, his voice tight with his own need.

Nico's eyes squeezed shut, his head thrown back, as John's cock hit that perfect spot inside him. The detective's body tensed, and with a final, desperate moan, he came again, his cum spurting between them, mixing with John's. John followed soon after, his hips jerking as he filled Nico with his release.

They lay there, panting and spent, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. John kissed Nico's neck, his arms tight around him. "You're amazing," he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

Nico's smile was soft, his eyes still closed. "Thanks to you," he said, his voice a contented sigh.

John chuckled, his cock still buried deep inside the detective. "You're welcome," he murmured, his voice filled with affection. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Nico's forehead.

Nico's eyes opened, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "I think we might have made a mess," he said, his voice still shaky with the aftershocks of pleasure.

John chuckled, his eyes tracing the lines of Nico's face. "We'll clean up," he said, his voice a gentle promise. "But for now, let's just bask in this."

They laid there for a few more moments, their hearts still racing from the intensity of their shared release. The room was quiet except for their panting breaths and the distant sound of the city. The scent of their love making lingered in the air, a potent reminder of the connection they had just forged.

Slowly, John pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined pleasure. He reached for the blanket, draping it over them both as they curled into each other, their limbs tangled in a silent declaration of unity. Nico's hand found John's, their fingers lacing together in a gentle embrace that spoke of the trust and vulnerability that had just passed between them.

John felt a sense of peace settle over him, a feeling that was as unfamiliar as it was welcome. He pressed a soft kiss to Nico's forehead, feeling the warmth of their shared passion still pulsing through his veins. "You're incredible," he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

Nico's eyes remained closed, a contented smile playing on his lips. "You make me feel that way," he replied, his voice a whisper.

John's heart swelled with affection, and he tightened his hold on Nico. "You're pretty incredible yourself," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "And I'm just getting started."

Nico's eyes fluttered open, a teasing glint in them. "Is that a promise?"

John chuckled, his chest rumbling with the sound. "You know it is," he said, his voice low and filled with intent.

Nico's smile grew, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Good," he murmured, his hand sliding down John's chest, teasing the trail of hair that led to his cock.

John's chuckle turned into a groan as Nico's fingers wrapped around him, stroking him gently. "I can't get enough of you," he said, his voice a gruff whisper.

Nico's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. His hand moving with more purpose as John's cock began to harden again.

John's hips rolled into the touch, his eyes closing with pleasure. "Fuck, Nico," he groaned, his voice a low rumble.

Nico's smile grew, his hand moving faster. "I want to make you feel good," he murmured, his voice filled with determination.

John's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto Nico's. "You already do," he said, his voice thick with passion. "But if you want to keep going..."

Nico's smile grew, and he leaned in to kiss John, their tongues tangling as his hand continued to stroke. John's cock grew hard again, eager for more of Nico's touch. They broke the kiss, panting and grinning at each other. "I want to," Nico said, his voice a mix of excitement and nerves.

John nodded, his hand moving to Nico's cheek. "Then show me," he whispered, his eyes filled with a gentle challenge.

Nico took a deep breath, his hand moving more confidently now. He leaned in, his mouth capturing John's in a kiss that was sweet and tender. John's cock grew harder under his touch, the connection between them palpable. Nico's other hand slid down John's body, his fingers exploring the contours of John's abs before coming to rest on his cock. He stroked him with a tentative touch, watching for any signs of discomfort or disapproval.

John's eyes remained closed, his breath hitching as Nico's touch grew bolder. He could feel the detective's excitement, his own body responding eagerly. "You're doing great," he murmured, his voice a gentle encouragement.

Nico's hand grew more confident, his strokes more deliberate. John's hips began to move, pushing into the detective's hand, his need growing with each pass. "Like this?" Nico asked, his voice a little shaky.

John's eyes remained closed, his expression one of pure bliss. "Just like that," he murmured, his voice a low growl of approval.

Nico's confidence grew with each stroke, his hand moving with a newfound surety. He watched John's face, the way his eyes fluttered and his mouth parted in silent cries of pleasure. It was intoxicating, knowing he had this power over the strong, dominant man he'd come to love.

John's hand slid down to cover Nico's, his fingers guiding the detective's movements. "You're a natural," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

John came with a roar, his body arching off the bed, as Nico's hand brought him to climax. The warmth of his release spurted over Nico's hand, painting their skin with evidence of their passion. Nico watched, his eyes wide with amazement and pride, as John's body trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure.

John's eyes opened, his gaze locking onto Nico's, filled with a mix of awe and affection. "You're incredible," he murmured, his voice still thick with lust.

John watched as Nico licked John's come from his hands, the taste of salt and musk on his tongue. Nico's eyes never left John's, his own desire still burning brightly.

John took a deep breath, his chest heaving with the aftermath of his orgasm. "You have no idea how much that turned me on," he murmured, his voice filled with wonder.

Nico's cheeks flushed, but his eyes gleamed with excitement. "Really?"

John nodded, his thumb brushing over Nico's swollen lips. "You have a talent for this," he said, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and desire. "But I think it's time we clean up."

They both chuckled, the tension in the room dissipating as they moved to sit on the edge of the bed. John leaned over, capturing Nico's mouth in a gentle kiss, tasting himself on the detective's tongue. They broke apart with a shared smile, their eyes speaking volumes of the love and trust that had grown between them.

Nico stood up, his legs still a little shaky, and led John to the bathroom. The tiles were cool under their feet, a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies. John stepped into the shower first, turning on the water and letting it cascade over him. Nico followed, his eyes never leaving John's form as he watched the water slide down the contours of his muscles.

They stepped under the spray together, the warm water washing away the remnants of their passionate encounter. John took the soap, lathering it up in his hands before reaching for Nico. He washed him thoroughly, his touch gentle yet firm, as if memorizing every inch of the detective's body. Nico leaned into the touch, his eyes closed, savoring the feeling of being cared for so tenderly.

John's hands moved over Nico's chest, teasing his nipples before sliding down to his abs, tracing the muscles that quivered beneath his touch. He knelt, his hands continuing to glide over the detective's skin, as he took Nico's half-hard cock in his mouth. Nico's eyes flew open, his hand automatically reaching for John's hair, guiding him as the water beat down on them.

John took him deep, his tongue swirling around the head before he began to suck, his cheeks hollowing with each bob of his head. Nico's hips rocked forward, his moans echoing off the tiles. He could feel himself growing harder, his body responding to John's expert ministrations. "John," he gasped, his voice tight with need.

John's eyes flicked up to meet Nico's, a wicked smile playing on his lips. He took Nico deeper, his hand cupping the detective's balls, rolling them gently in his palm. Nico's breath hitched, his knees threatening to buckle. "John," he moaned again, his voice a desperate plea.

John's eyes sparkled with mischief as he pulled off, a trail of saliva connecting his mouth to Nico's cock. "You're so responsive," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. He stood, turning Nico around and pressing him against the tiles. The water cascaded down their bodies, mixing with the soap suds as John kissed along Nico's spine.

Slowly, John pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined pleasure. He reached for the blanket, draping it over them both as they curled into each other, their limbs tangled in a silent declaration of unity. Nico's hand found John's, their fingers lacing together in a gentle embrace that spoke of the trust and vulnerability that had just passed between them.

John felt a sense of peace settle over him, a feeling that was as unfamiliar as it was welcome. He pressed a soft kiss to Nico's forehead, feeling the warmth of their shared passion still pulsing through his veins. "You're incredible," he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

Nico's eyes remained closed, a contented smile playing on his lips. "You make me feel that way," he replied, his voice a whisper.

John's heart swelled with affection, and he tightened his hold on Nico. "You're pretty incredible yourself," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "And I'm just getting started."

Nico's eyes fluttered open, a teasing glint in them. "Is that a promise?"

John chuckled, his chest rumbling with the sound. "You know it is," he said, his voice low and filled with intent.

Nico's smile grew, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Good," he murmured, his hand sliding down John's chest, teasing the trail of hair that led to his cock.

John's chuckle turned into a groan as Nico's fingers wrapped around him, stroking him gently. "I can't get enough of you," he said, his voice a gruff whisper.

Nico's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. His hand moving with more purpose as John's cock began to harden again.

John's hips rolled into the touch, his eyes closing with pleasure. "Fuck, Nico," he groaned, his voice a low rumble.

Nico's smile grew, his hand moving faster. "I want to make you feel good," he murmured, his voice filled with determination.

John's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto Nico's. "You already do," he said, his voice thick with passion. "But if you want to keep going..."

Nico's smile grew, and he leaned in to kiss John, their tongues tangling as his hand continued to stroke. John's cock grew hard again, eager for more of Nico's touch. They broke the kiss, panting and grinning at each other. "I want to," Nico said, his voice a mix of excitement and nerves.

John nodded, his hand moving to Nico's cheek. "Then show me," he whispered, his eyes filled with a gentle challenge.

Nico took a deep breath, his hand moving more confidently now. He leaned in, his mouth capturing John's in a kiss that was sweet and tender. John's cock grew harder under his touch, the connection between them palpable. Nico's other hand slid down John's body, his fingers exploring the contours of John's abs before coming to rest on his cock. He stroked him with a tentative touch, watching for any signs of discomfort or disapproval.

John's eyes remained closed, his breath hitching as Nico's touch grew bolder. He could feel the detective's excitement, his own body responding eagerly. "You're doing great," he murmured, his voice a gentle encouragement.

Nico's hand grew more confident, his strokes more deliberate. John's hips began to move, pushing into the detective's hand, his need growing with each pass. "Like this?" Nico asked, his voice a little shaky.

John's eyes remained closed, his expression one of pure bliss. "Just like that," he murmured, his voice a low growl of approval.

Nico's confidence grew with each stroke, his hand moving with a newfound surety. He watched John's face, the way his eyes fluttered and his mouth parted in silent cries of pleasure. It was intoxicating, knowing he had this power over the strong, dominant man he'd come to love.

John's hand slid down to cover Nico's, his fingers guiding the detective's movements. "You're a natural," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

John came with a roar, his body arching off the bed, as Nico's hand brought him to climax. The warmth of his release spurted over Nico's hand, painting their skin with evidence of their passion. Nico watched, his eyes wide with amazement and pride, as John's body trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure.

John's eyes opened, his gaze locking onto Nico's, filled with a mix of awe and affection. "You're incredible," he murmured, his voice still thick with lust.

John watched as Nico licked John's come from his hands, the taste of salt and musk on his tongue. Nico's eyes never left John's, his own desire still burning brightly.

John took a deep breath, his chest heaving with the aftermath of his orgasm. "You have no idea how much that turned me on," he murmured, his voice filled with wonder.

Nico's cheeks flushed, but his eyes gleamed with excitement. "Really?"

John nodded, his thumb brushing over Nico's swollen lips. "You have a talent for this," he said, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and desire. "But I think it's time we clean up."

They both chuckled, the tension in the room dissipating as they moved to sit on the edge of the bed. John leaned over, capturing Nico's mouth in a gentle kiss, tasting himself on the detective's tongue. They broke apart with a shared smile, their eyes speaking volumes of the love and trust that had grown between them.

Nico stood up, his legs still a little shaky, and led John to the bathroom. The tiles were cool under their feet, a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies. John stepped into the shower first, turning on the water and letting it cascade over him. Nico followed, his eyes never leaving John's form as he watched the water slide down the contours of his muscles.

They stepped under the spray together, the warm water washing away the remnants of their passionate encounter. John took the soap, lathering it up in his hands before reaching for Nico. He washed him thoroughly, his touch gentle yet firm, as if memorizing every inch of the detective's body. Nico leaned into the touch, his eyes closed, savoring the feeling of being cared for so tenderly.

John's hands moved over Nico's chest, teasing his nipples before sliding down to his abs, tracing the muscles that quivered beneath his touch. He knelt, his hands continuing to glide over the detective's skin, as he took Nico's half-hard cock in his mouth. Nico's eyes flew open, his hand automatically reaching for John's hair, guiding him as the water beat down on them.

John took him deep, his tongue swirling around the head before he began to suck, his cheeks hollowing with each bob of his head. Nico's hips rocked forward, his moans echoing off the tiles. He could feel himself growing harder, his body responding to John's expert ministrations. "John," he gasped, his voice tight with need.

John's eyes flicked up to meet Nico's, a wicked smile playing on his lips. He took Nico deeper, his hand cupping the detective's balls, rolling them gently in his palm. Nico's breath hitched, his knees threatening to buckle. "John," he moaned again, his voice a desperate plea.

John's eyes sparkled with mischief as he pulled off, a trail of saliva connecting his mouth to Nico's cock. "You're so responsive," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. He stood, turning Nico around and pressing him against the tiles. The water cascaded down their bodies, mixing with the soap suds as John kissed along Nico's spine.

Nico's moan was lost in the sound of the shower as John's soapy hands slid over his ass, his thumbs teasing the tight ring of muscle. "Ready?" John whispered, his breath hot against Nico's ear.

"No" Nico said voice tired, " I am sorry but I am not a man of steel like you, god, do you have an off sfitch" Nico said to the tiles.

John chuckled, his hands stilling on Nico's body. "Do you need a break?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice.

Nico nodded, his cheeks flushing. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice a little shaky. "I don't know if I can handle anymore."

John's smile was gentle as he pulled Nico into a warm embrace. "It's okay," he murmured, his hands stroking the detective's back. "We should go to bed"

They turned off the shower and stepped out, wrapping themselves in towels. John took the lead, guiding Nico to the bedroom, their bodies still glowing from the warmth of the water and the intensity of their shared passion. They crawled into bed, the sheets cool against their skin, their bodies still damp from the shower. John pulled Nico close, spooning him from behind, his arms wrapped tightly around the detective's waist.

Nico's breathing was shallow, his heart racing from both the exertion and the emotional intensity of their encounter. John could feel the detective's pulse beneath his fingertips, the steady beat a reminder of the life they had brought into this room. "You okay?" John murmured, his breath hot against Nico's ear.

Nico nodded, his eyes still closed. "Yeah," he said, his voice a little shaky. "Just... don't think I will get hard in like a year after this one day."

John chuckled, his arms tightening around Nico. "We've got plenty of time," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "And I'm not going anywhere."

Nico's eyes opened, his smile soft as he looked back at John. "Promise?"

John's eyes were serious as he met Nico's gaze. "I promise," he said, his voice filled with conviction.

They slowly driffted to sleep, their breaths syncing in the quiet of the night. The soft light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow over their entwined forms, the shadows playing across their skin like lovers' whispers. Nico's dreams were filled with images of John, his touch, his voice, and the way he made him feel. It was a feeling of safety and excitement that Nico hadn't experienced in a long time, and he didn't want to let it go.

John's arms remained tight around him, his embrace a comforting constant in the dark. Nico felt himself relax into the warmth, the weight of John's body a comforting reminder that he wasn't alone. It was a feeling that was foreign to him, but one that he was quickly growing to crave.

Their bodies fit together perfectly, as if they had been made for this, made for each other. Nico's thoughts drifted, his mind racing with the possibilities that lay ahead. The excitement of exploring new facets of their relationship mingled with the fear of the unknown, but John's steady presence calmed his nerves.

John woke up thirsty in the middle of the night, his body sticky with dried sweat and semen. He carefully untangled himself from Nico's embrace, not wanting to wake the detective. He padded to the kitchen, the cold tiles of the floor a stark contrast to the warmth of the bed. As he drank from the water bottle, he couldn't help but smile at the memories of the day they'd shared. The way Nico's eyes had lit up with excitement and nerves as he showed him the lanterns,the feel of his body under his own, the way his eyes sparkled during dinner, the way he listened John and his rambling.

John noticed a file sitting on the table, the name of one Dominatrixx he knew well, Mistress Isabella, emblazoned on the cover. His heart skipped a beat. He knew Nico's job was dangerous, but he hadn't realized just how deep he was in. John felt a mix of fear and pride for the man he was falling for. He picked up the file, his curiosity getting the better of him.

' Mistress Isabella - real name - Annabell Dali, 36, white, 160 cm, 57kg, in 24/7 (Master /Slave ) BDSM relationships with Eleanor Tromi,34, white, 158 cm, 55kg.

Personal notes: At what point does this turn in to abuse, does Eleanor has any way out, is she aware of potentional exploitation, at what point is she seen as less than Annabell - does Annabell consider Eleanor her propety, does she forget that Eleanor is a person, does she threaten her, is there way to prove a consent without the document, will I have a chance to speak to Eleanor alone, does Eleanor realise she is PERSON and doesn't deserve to be punished/beaten for whatever reason Annabell came with/felt disrespected'.

John knew Mistress Isabella and Eleanor personaly and was aware of their relationship, but Nico's perspective was different, seeing it through the eyes of a detective. His notes spoke of a deep concern, a need to understand the complex dynamics of power and consent in a world that was unfamiliar to many. John felt a surge of protectiveness for Nico, knowing the risks he faced in his job. He knew that Nico's heart was in the right place, but he also knew the dangers that came with it.

He set the file down, his mind racing with scenarios and possibilities. He knew he couldn't just ignore this. He had to make sure Nico was safe, but he also knew that he couldn't push too hard. Nico was a professional, and John had to respect that. He decided to bring it up in the morning, when they were both rested and could talk it through.

For now, he focused on the here and now, on the warmth of Nico's body as he slid back into bed. He wrapped his arms around the detective, pulling him closer. Nico stirred, his eyes fluttering open. "You okay?" he mumbled, his voice sleep-heavy.

"Yeah," John murmured, pressing a kiss to Nico's shoulder. "Couldn't be better."

Nico's smile was soft, his eyes drooping shut again as John's arms tightened around him. He could feel the detective's breathing slow, the tension seeping away in the warmth of their embrace.

John held him close, his mind racing with thoughts of Mistress Isabella and Eleanor. He knew that world could be treacherous, filled with power dynamics that were easy to misinterpret from the outside. But he also knew that Nico was smart and capable, and he had to trust that he would navigate it with the same care and sensitivity he brought to their own relationship.

For now, he focused on the man in his arms, the man who had just shown him a side of himself that John had never seen before. The vulnerability, the desire to learn and grow together - it was intoxicating. He kissed Nico's neck, feeling the detective's pulse quicken beneath his lips. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

In the morning, the sun streamed through the blinds, casting a warm glow across the bed. John's eyes snapped open, the weight of the file from the night before still heavy on his mind. He turned to look at Nico, who was still sleeping peacefully, his features relaxed and youthful in the soft light. Carefully, John extracted himself from the tangle of limbs, not wanting to disturb him.

He padded back to the kitchen, the file in hand. His heart raced as he read through Nico's notes, his mind racing with the implications. He knew that Mistress Isabella was known for pushing boundaries, but the thought of her crossing the line into abuse was troubling. He had to be careful, though. He didn't want to jeopardize Nico's investigation, or their relationship.

John made a pot of coffee, his thoughts swirling like the dark liquid as it brewed. He knew he couldn't keep his concern to himself, but he also knew that Nico was a professional. He had to tread lightly.

When Nico finally woke up, the smell of coffee and bacon greeted him. He stumbled into the kitchen, his eyes half-closed, and found John at the stove, wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung boxers that barely contained his morning wood. "Morning," John said with a smirk, flipping a pancake.

Nico couldn't help but appreciate the view, his eyes roaming over John's muscular back and the way his arms flexed as he cooked. "You're a man of many talents," Nico murmured, his voice still rough with sleep.

John glanced over his shoulder, his smile warm. "Just trying to take care of my detective," he said, flipping the pancakes onto a plate.

Nico padded over, wrapping his arms around John's waist and nuzzling into his side. "I think you're pretty good at that," he murmured, his eyes fluttering shut as John's hands came to rest on his hips.

John leaned into the embrace, his heart pounding in his chest. He had to tell Nico about the file, but he didn't want to ruin the moment. "Sleep well?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble.

Nico nodded, his eyes still closed. "Best I've had in a while," he murmured, his cheek pressing into John's warm skin.

John's smile grew, his mind racing with how to bring up the subject of the file. He knew it was important, but he didn't want to start the day on a bad note. "How about we talk over breakfast?" he suggested, hoping his voice didn't betray his anxiety.

Nico nodded, his eyes still closed. "Sounds good," he murmured, his stomach rumbling in agreement.

They sat down at the small kitchen table, the scent of the breakfest filling the air. John took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to begin the conversation without alarming Nico. "So," he started, pouring syrup over his breakfast, "I couldn't help but notice something on the table last night."

Nico's eyes snapped open, a hint of wariness in them. "What's that?"

John took a sip of his coffee, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "Your file on Mistress Isabella and Eleanor," he said, his voice calm. "I read through it."

Nico's hand paused mid-air, the forkful of pancake suspended before his mouth. "Oh," he said, his voice carefully neutral. "Well it is not official for the station custody just my opinion"

John nodded, his gaze intense. "I know," he said, his voice gentle. "But it's clear that you're concerned about Eleanor."

Nico's eyes searched John's, looking for judgment or accusation. Finding none, he took a deep breath. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice tight. "It's just...the dynamics in those relationships can be so complex. It's hard to know where the line is sometimes. And honestly it scares me"

John reached across the table, taking Nico's hand in his own. "You're a good person, Nico," he said firmly. "You're just doing your job. And if you think something's off, then it's worth looking into."

Nico's grip tightened, his eyes searching John's. "Well there is nothing wrong, at least not on paper and noone came forward. It is just that it scares me personaly, same with punishments you know?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

John nodded, understanding all too well. "It's natural to have concerns," he said, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of Nico's hand. "But you're not alone in this."

Nico's smile was grateful, his eyes never leaving John's. "Thanks," he murmured, taking a bite of his pancake. The sweetness of the syrup and the warmth of the breakfast helped to ease some of the tension that had settled in his stomach.

John watched him eat, his mind still racing with thoughts of the file. "So what's the plan?" he asked, his voice low. "How do you plan to handle this?"

Nico took a deep breath, swallowing his bite of pancake. "There is no plan" he said, his eyes meeting John's. "I cannot just waltz in their lives when there are no charges just because their way of life makes uncomfortable"

John nodded, understanding the complexity of the situation. "But if you ever need anything," he said, his voice firm. "I'm here."

Nico's smile was warm, his eyes shining with affection. "I know," he murmured. "And that means a lot."

They finished their breakfast in a comfortable silence, the only sound the clink of forks against plates. After they cleared the table, John led Nico back to the bedroom, his hand gently guiding the detective's elbow. He knew Nico needed to get ready for his shift, but he didn't want the morning to end.

John watched as Nico dressed, his eyes lingering on the detective's body, still slightly flushed from their earlier activities. "I'll be thinking about you," he said, his voice a low murmur.

Nico's eyes met John's in the mirror, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Ditto," he said, his voice filled with affection. He finished buttoning his shirt, his movements a little more deliberate than usual.

John stepped closer, his hand reaching out to smooth the fabric of Nico's shirt. "Be safe," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Nico's eyes searched John's, the gravity of the situation weighing on him. "Always," he promised, his voice firm. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to John's lips. It was a kiss filled with promise and longing, a silent pact that they would face whatever came next together.

As Nico left, John couldn't shake the feeling that he had just sent a lamb to the slaughter. He knew the BDSM community could be tight-knit, and that Nico's investigation could put him in a precarious position. But he also knew that Nico was capable, and that he had a duty to protect those who couldn't protect themselves.

John left shortly after to the club, the weight of the conversation with Nico still pressing on him. He knew that the detective was strong and capable, but the thought of him walking into a potentially dangerous situation filled him with a mix of pride and fear. He couldn't help but feel protective of Nico, especially after their intimate night together.

In the club he spotted Sir Joseph, his face red with anger, pacing in the VIP lounge. John knew that look all too well. Someone had crossed a line, and it was his job to fix it. He approached cautiously, not wanting to interrupt the scene that was clearly unfolding.

"What happened?" John asked, his voice calm despite the tension in the air.

Sir Joseph looked up, his eyes wild. "It is the annoying detective, he got a warrant," he spat.

John's stomach dropped. When did Nico managed it. He was deffinetely fast John had to let him have that.

Sir Joseph looked at John, " Don't you have something to do? There is a sub wanting to have a scene with you"

John nodded, trying to push his worry for Nico to the back of his mind. He knew Nico was a professional, and he had to trust that he could handle whatever came his way. He walked into the main area of the club, his eyes scanning the room for the sub in question.

The sub was a young man, no more than twenty-five, with a lean body and a look of anticipation in his eyes. He was dressed in a simple black jockstrap, his skin gleaming with excitement. John felt a thrill of power at the sight, his dominance rising to the surface like a predator scenting prey.

"I'm ready, Sir," the sub said, his voice quivering with eagerness. John nodded, his mind racing with thoughts of Nico. He knew he couldn't let his personal feelings interfere with his work, but it was difficult to ignore the fear that gnawed at him. He took a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand.

John led the sub to the designated play area, his eyes scanning the various BDSM equipment with a practiced gaze. He knew each tool, each whip and paddle, intimately, having used them countless times to bring pleasure and pain in perfect harmony. But today, the sight of them brought him no comfort. He couldn't shake the image of Nico, in a similar space, surrounded by danger.

The sub looked up at him with a mix of excitement and trepidation, his pupils dilated with arousal. John knew he had to be present, had to give this man the experience he'd come here for. He took a deep breath, pushing his concerns for Nico aside, and began to tie the sub's wrists to the St. Andrew's Cross, the leather cuffs tight but not too tight, ensuring safety was still a priority.

As he worked, his mind drifted back to the kiss they'd shared before Nico left, the promise of protection in their eyes. He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for his involvement in this world, knowing it could potentially put Nico in harm's way. But he also knew that this was Nico's choice, his world, and he had to respect that.

John focused on the sub before him, his movements precise and calculated. The sound of the whip cracking through the air was a familiar symphony, but tonight it was tinged with a newfound urgency. He had to be at the top of his game, to push aside his fears and give the sub the experience he craved.

The sub moaned, his body arching into the restraints as John trailed the whip over his skin, the leather kissing his flesh with just the right amount of force. John's eyes never left the man's face, watching for any signs of distress or pain beyond what they had agreed upon. The trust between them was palpable, a stark contrast to the uncertainty that plagued his thoughts of Nico.

John's strokes grew stronger, the sound of the whip echoing through the club. The scene was intense, the air thick with desire and anticipation. Yet, his heart was elsewhere, pounding in his chest with worry for the detective. He had to keep his head in the game, though. This was his world, his domain, and he couldn't afford to lose focus.

As the scene progressed, John's mind began to clear, the rhythm of his movements and the sub's cries of pleasure grounding him. He focused on the present, the connection he shared with the man before him, and the power exchange that played out so beautifully between them. It was a dance of dominance and submission, a dance he knew all too well.

The sub's body was a canvas, marked by John's artistry. Each stroke of the whip brought a new gasp, a new shiver, a new drop of sweat to bead and roll down his flushed skin. John could feel the energy in the room, the eyes of the club's patrons on them, but he didn't care. This was his element, and he was in control.

As the scene reached its climax, John felt a strange mix of relief and anxiety. The sub's cries grew louder, his body trembling as John brought the whip down one final time. The young man's orgasm washed over him like a wave, leaving him panting and sated, his head lolling to the side. John untied him, his touch gentle as he helped the sub down from the cross, wrapping him in a soft blanket and leading him to a nearby chair.

He knelt beside the sub, his eyes never leaving the man's face as he whispered words of praise and care. The intimacy of the moment was a stark contrast to the chaos of his thoughts about Nico. He knew he couldn't let his fears for the detective affect his performance here, but it was a battle to keep them at bay.

The sub's breathing evened out, his eyes glazed with the aftermath of pleasure. John knew that this was the part where he usually felt the most in control, the most connected to himself and his dominance. But today, it felt hollow, a mere shadow of the connection he shared with Nico.

He took a moment to check in with the sub, ensuring he was okay and that their boundaries had been respected. The young man nodded, a content smile playing on his lips, and John felt a small measure of comfort in the knowledge that he had at least brought this man what he sought.

As John left the play area, his thoughts returned to Nico. He couldn't ignore the fear that had been simmering all day. He needed to know that Nico was safe, that he hadn't walked into something that would ruin him.

He pulled out his phone, his thumb hovering over Nico's number. He knew better than to call during an active investigation, but the need to hear his voice was overwhelming. He decided on a text instead, keeping it casual. "Hope your day is going well," he typed, trying to keep the worry out of his words.

The response came quickly, Nico's thumbs flying across the screen. "Surprisingly well, thanks for asking," it read. "Miss you."

John's heart skipped a beat at the message. It was innocent enough, but the underlying tension was clear. He replied with a simple, "Miss you too. Stay safe." He slipped the phone back into his pocket, trying to focus on the club's patrons, but his mind was elsewhere.

The club buzzed with activity, the throb of bass from the music vibrating through his chest. He moved through the crowded dance floor, his eyes scanning for any signs of trouble. His instincts were on high alert, honed from years of navigating the complexities of the BDSM world. Yet, it was Nico's safety that consumed his thoughts.

John next scene was with a woman, simple bondage and sex, but his mind kept wandering to Nico. The way his skin felt under his hands, the way he tasted, the way he had looked at him with trust and desire. It was a distraction he couldn't afford, but one that was impossible to ignore.

The woman under him was moaning mess, he was thrusting deep inside of her, her body arching into his. Yet John's mind was miles away, picturing Nico in his mind's eye, the way he had looked at him before leaving, the way his body had felt in his arms. His rhythm grew erratic, his movements driven by a mix of passion and lust.

The woman's cries grew louder, her orgasm approaching, but John's mind was elsewhere, racing through scenarios of Nico in danger. He clenched his jaw, pushing the thoughts away, focusing on the task at hand. He couldn't let his feelings for Nico affect his work, not here, not now.

John leaned in, whispering sweet nothings into the woman's ear, his voice a low, soothing rumble that sent shivers down her spine. He knew the power of his words, the way they could manipulate and control. It was a heady feeling, one he usually reveled in, but today it felt again forced, a mere echo of the connection he shared with Nico.

As the woman's orgasm crested, John's own followed shortly after, his body tensing with the release. He pulled out, his movements gentle as he untied her, his mind still racing.

"Thank you, Sir," she murmured, her eyes glazed with pleasure.

John managed a smile, his mind racing. "You're welcome," he said, helping her to her feet. He watched as she swayed away, the music wrapping around her like a lover's embrace. He needed to get out of the club, to find some space to think. He grabbed his clothes and headed for the changing room, his heart hammering in his chest.

The cool air hit him like a slap as he stepped outside, the fog of the club's atmosphere lifting slightly. He took a deep breath, trying to clear his head. The sound of his boots echoing on the pavement was the only company he had as he walked. His thoughts were a tornado of worry and desire, swirling around the image of Nico, dressed in his detective's uniform, facing down a world that John knew all too well.

As the night aproached the club was on the edge of anticipation, tonight the Sir Joseph had his public scene after a long time, a young sub named Mark was his partner for the evening. John watched from the sidelines, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of trouble, his mind still preoccupied with Nico.

The scene was intense, Sir Joseph's strokes with the flogger precise and deliberate. Mark's moans filled the air, a symphony of pain and pleasure that seemed to resonate with everyone present. Yet John's thoughts remained elsewhere, his eyes searching the shadows for any hint of the detective.

Suddenly John felt a presence beside him, a hand on his shoulder. He turned to find Nico smiling at him.

"You're here?," John breathed, his eyes scanning Nico's body for any signs of trouble. Nico looked as if he'd just come from work, his tie slightly askew and his hair a mess. But he was safe, and that was all that mattered.

Nico's smile was tired but genuine " I am here to observe Sir Joseph," he said, his voice low.

John's eyes searched his, looking for any hint of the turmoil he knew the detective must be feeling. "To observe this scene?" he asked, his voice careful.

Nico nodded. "It's part of the job," he said, his voice tight. "You see this scene is rigged"

John's gaze snapped back to the play area, watching as Sir Joseph continued his performance. "What do you mean?"

Nico leaned in closer, his breath warm against John's ear. "The sub is policeman, he acsualy has a BDSM experiences so don't worry. He will safeword soon and I want to watch Joseph reaction to that, if he will get mad or how he will handle it."

John nodded, his eyes never leaving the scene before them. His mind raced, trying to piece together what this could mean for Nico's investigation. The sub's moans grew louder, his body moving in time with the rhythmic thud of the flogger. John felt his own pulse quicken, not from arousal but from the tension that hung heavy in the air.

Sir Joseph's movements grew more aggressive, his strokes harder and faster. The sub, Mark, was taking it well, his body a canvas of red stripes that stood out starkly against his pale skin. But John knew that the true test was coming, the moment when the sub would have to use his safeword. He tensed, waiting for it, his eyes never leaving Nico's face.

The moment came, Mark's body tensing before he let out the word, "Red." The room went still, the only sound the dull throb of the music from the main area. Sir Joseph stopped immediately, his face a mask of calm. He approached Mark, untying him with gentle hands and checking in with soft, concerned whispers. John could see the professionalism in Nico's eyes, the way he observed the aftercare with a critical gaze.

John turned to Nico, his own heart racing. "Is this what you were looking for?" he asked, his voice a murmur.

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving Sir Joseph and Mark. "It's a start," he said, his voice tight. "But there's more to it than this."

John felt a twist of anxiety in his stomach. "What do you mean?"

Nico leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "Well he is kind to Mark now, but that can be because of people present," he said, his eyes still on the scene before them. "I need Mark to tell me what happend after, if he got threaten for causing a scene, if he got apropiate aftercare and so on."

John nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. He knew that Nico's job was to ensure the safety and consent of all parties involved, even within the confines of the BDSM community. "How do you plan to do that?"

Nico glanced at him, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features. "Mark can handle himself, if anything got out of hand, there are more of us here," he said, his voice firm. "This isn't just about one scene, it's about making sure everyone here is protected."

John nodded, his chest tight with a mix of pride and fear for Nico. He knew the detective was capable, but the thought of him facing down the powerful and sometimes dangerous figures in the BDSM world was terrifying.

"What do you mean by , 'more of us here,'?" John asked, his voice low and laced with concern.

Nico's eyes never left the scene, his gaze intense as he spoke. "We have backups," he said, his voice a murmur. "Seven Dominants and seven Submissives are cops, undercover here, as well as few members of SBS"

John felt a jolt of surprise, and then a surge of relief. "You're not alone in this," he murmured, his hand coming to rest on Nico's forearm.

Nico looked at him surprised, " Of course not, I would be crazy, plus our agency would not allow it"

John felt his shoulders relax slightly, his grip on Nico's arm loosening. "It's just... I am glad." he trailed off, unable to put his fear into words.

Nico looked at him, his eyes softening. "I know," he said, his voice gentle. "But I've got this, John. I promise."

" Who are those cops?" John asked, his curiosity piqued.

Nico leaned in closer, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "You know I can't tell you that, it would jeopardize they investigation" he said with a wink. "But trust me, they're good people. Just like you."

John nodded, his hand dropping away from Nico's arm. "I do trust you," he said, his voice firm. "But I worry."

Nico turned to face him fully, his eyes searching John's. "I know," he said, his voice softer now. "But you're not in this alone either."

John swallowed hard, his fear for Nico's safety warring with the pride he felt for the detective's bravery. He reached out, cupping Nico's cheek, and pulled him into a kiss that was as fierce as it was tender. Nico melted into it, his arms wrapping around John's neck as their tongues danced together.

When they broke apart, their eyes were shining with unspoken promises. "I'll be careful," Nico murmured, his voice barely audible over the club's throb." But the night is still young and I am gonna bother your work friends"

John's smile was tight, his eyes filled with a mix of love and concern. "Just don't get too friendly," he warned, his voice teasing but his tone serious.

Nico chuckled, leaning into John's touch. "I'll keep it professional," he assured, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He took a step back, straightening his tie with a wink.

John watched as Nico moved through the club, his gaze taking in the various scenes playing out around them. His heart was still racing, but he knew that he had to trust the detective. He had to believe that Nico was capable of handling whatever came his way.

Turning his attention back to the scene before him, John noticed a new couple approaching the play area. The woman was petite, with a fiery redhead and piercing green eyes that searched the room as if looking for someone. Her partner was tall and muscular, his confidence evident in the way he held her hand.

He watched the scene unfold, his thoughts still on Nico. The redheaded woman was bound to a spanking bench, her body tense with anticipation. The man, her dominant, was a regular at the club, known for his careful precision and respectful demeanor. John knew that this couple would be fine, their boundaries clearly established and respected.

The air was thick with anticipation as the man raised his hand, ready to bring it down on her bare flesh. The crack of the impact echoed through the room, the woman's gasp a sweet symphony of pain and pleasure.

John couldn't help but watch. The club's dynamics had shifted, and he was now acutely aware of the hidden dangers lurking beneath the surface of the scenes around him. His gaze flickered over to the couple, the trust and communication between them palpable.

John spotted Sir Dominic arguing with another Dominatrixx in the corner, the tension in their voices cutting through the background buzz of the club. He knew that the club's atmosphere was a delicate balance of power and consent, and any disturbance could send ripples through the community.

The sound of leather striking flesh grew louder as the scene progressed, the redhead's cries growing more intense. Yet, John's attention remained on Nico, who was now deep in conversation with Mark, the sub from the previous scene. He watched as Nico leaned in, his expression serious, and Mark nodded, his eyes downcast.

John's thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice at his side. "Is everything okay?" It was Luna, the club's resident submissive who often sought his guidance.

He forced a smile. "Yeah, just... work stuff," he said, his eyes still on Nico.

Luna nodded, her gaze understanding. "It's intense here tonight," she murmured, her own eyes scanning the room. "But Sir Joseph seems to have everything under control I didn't expect the sub to safeword."

John turned to her, his gaze lingering on the concerned expression etched on her face. "It's nothing to worry about," he said, trying to reassure her. "Just... sometimes it happens"

Luna nodded, her eyes still on the couple. "I know," she said softly. "But it's good to have someone looking out for us."

John's gaze flicked back to Nico, watching as he leaned in to speak to Mark. The sub nodded, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and determination. John felt his heart clench, knowing that Nico was likely getting information that could make or break his case.

The music grew louder as the night went on, the club's energy reaching a fever pitch. John couldn't ignore the way the air around them crackled with a tension that went beyond the usual power exchanges of the BDSM scenes.

Nico's undercover mission was like a ticking time bomb, and John could feel the seconds slipping away as he watched the detective navigate the club's shadows, gathering intel. His heart swelled with pride for the man he had come to care for, but fear for his safety was never far behind.

John couldn't help but be drawn into the scene playing out before him. The redheaded submissive's cries grew more fervent, her body trembling with each strike. Her dominant's rhythm was precise, each impact a testament to his skill and control. It was a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play here, where trust and consent were the ultimate currencies.

As the scene reached its crescendo, John felt a hand on his arm, pulling him away from his musings. It was Luna again, her eyes wide with excitement. "Do you want to join us?" she asked, her voice a breathy whisper. "It's been so long since you've played."

John hesitated, his mind still racing with thoughts of Nico. But he knew that distraction could be dangerous, both for him and for those around him. He forced a smile and nodded. "I think I will," he said, his voice steady. "But let's find a quieter spot."

Luna led him to a dimly lit corner, the air thick with the scent of leather and arousal. She knelt before him, her eyes shining with excitement. John took a deep breath, pushing his fears to the side, and focused on the scene before him. He reached out, running his hand through her hair, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips.

The man, her dominant, looked to John for approval, his eyes questioning. John nodded, his mind racing with the need to be present, to ensure her safety even as his thoughts strayed to Nico. "Begin," he murmured, his voice firm.

The first strike of the flogger against her flesh was a sharp crack, echoing through the quiet corner. The redhead's eyes closed in ecstasy, her back arching beautifully. John's hand rested on her shoulder, a gentle reminder of his presence, his gaze never leaving hers.

The scene played out in a mesmerizing dance of pain and pleasure, the rhythm of the flogger's strikes punctuating the quiet whispers of reassurance John offered. Despite the chaos in his mind, he found a strange peace in the ritual, the familiarity of his role as a dominant grounding him in the moment.

As the man's strokes grew more intense, John's focus sharpened, his eyes never leaving the submissive's face. He watched for any signs of distress, his hand on her shoulder a silent promise that he was there, that she was safe. The woman's moans grew louder, her breath hitching with each impact, but her eyes remained locked on John's, seeking his approval.

John's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. His body thrummed with the power of the scene, but his heart ached for Nico. He knew that while he was here, providing comfort and control, his lover was out there, in the darker corners of the club.

He leaned in, whispering sweet nothings into the redhead's ear, his voice a gentle rumble that contrasted sharply with the harsh sounds of the flogger. "You're doing so well," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. "So brave, so beautiful."

The woman's eyes fluttered closed, a smile playing on her lips as she absorbed his words. John felt a warmth spread through him, the connection between them palpable. He knew that this was what it was all about, the sharing of power, the building of trust.

As the scene progressed, John found himself lost in the moment, his worries for Nico momentarily forgotten. He watched the redhead's reactions, the way she gasped for air, the way her body shuddered with each strike. He was in control, the center of her world for this brief, intense interlude.

The woman's orgasm was like a wave crashing against the shore, her body tightening before releasing in a cascade of pleasure. John felt a surge of pride, his own desire simmering just beneath the surface. He knew he had given her what she needed, a respite from the chaos of the world outside.

The man, her dominant, paused, his eyes meeting John's in a silent nod of respect before turning his attention to the aftercare. John watched as he gently untied her, his hands sure and steady, his voice low and soothing. The redhead leaned into his embrace, her eyes closing in contentment.

As the night come to an end, John couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that clung to him like a second skin. His eyes searching for his detective but he didn't see him, he decided to check the backroom. As he walked through the hallway, the sounds of the club faded into the background, replaced by the muffled cries and whispers of the scenes playing out in the private spaces.

He pushed open the door to the backroom, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat of the main area. His eyes scanned the room, finally landing on Nico, who was deep in conversation with a group of people huddled in the corner. The tension in John's shoulders eased slightly when he saw that Mark was among them.

The relief didn't last long as he spotted Nico's busted lip, the bruise already starting to form around it. Concern flooded John as he approached the group, his eyes narrowing at the sight. Nico noticed his approach and excused himself, walking over to John with a wince.

"You okay?" John asked, his voice gruff as he gently touched Nico's bruised lip.

Nico winced, a small smile playing on his swollen mouth. "It's part of the job," he said, his eyes meeting John's. "It's nothing."

John's gaze was skeptical. "It doesn't look like nothing," he said, his voice tight with worry. "What happened?"

Nico sighed, leaning into John's touch. "I guess your work friends don't like me very much," he said, his eyes scanning the room before focusing back on John. "But the important part is that I'm okay, and we're making progress on the case."

John's jaw tightened at the sight of Nico's injury, but he knew better than to press the issue. Instead, he wrapped an arm around the detective's waist, pulling him close. "Let's get you cleaned up," he murmured, his voice a mix of care and concern.

Nico leaned into John, his eyes scanning the room one last time before allowing himself to be led away. In the quiet of the club's first aid area, John gently dabbed at the bruise with a cold compress, his touch tender despite the tension in his body.

"What happened?" John asked again, his voice a low rumble of concern.

Nico took a deep breath, his eyes meeting John's. "It's complicated," he said, his voice tight. "But let's just say that some people didn't take kindly to me poking around."

John's jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with anger. "Who was it?" he demanded, his hand stilling on Nico's face.

Nico caught his gaze, his eyes filled with a steely resolve. "Dominic Rey" he said, his voice quiet. "But what matters is that we're getting closer to the truth."

John's grip on the compress tightened, his mind racing with the implications of Dominic's involvement. "Be careful," he murmured, his voice thick with worry. "I don't like the thought of you getting hurt."

Nico's eyes searched John's, a silent understanding passing between them. "I will," he promised, his voice firm. "But this is what I do."

John nodded, his jaw clenched tightly. "I know," he said, his voice gruff. "But that doesn't mean I have to like it."

Nico offered a small, pained smile, reaching up to cover John's hand with his own. "I know you worry," he murmured. "But I can handle myself."

John's eyes searched Nico's, looking for any sign of doubt or fear, but all he found was the same unwavering determination that had drawn him to the detective in the first place. He took a deep breath, trying to tamp down his emotions. "I know you can," he said, his voice thick.

Nico leaned into him, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "I'll be careful," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to John's frayed nerves.

John took a deep breath, trying to push his fears aside. "I know," he said, his voice still tight.

Nico's hand slid down to John's, his thumb brushing over his knuckles. "We're in this together," he said, his voice a soft promise. "And I'll come to you if things get too... intense."

John's eyes searched Nico's, finding the reassurance he needed. "Okay," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But don't wait too long."

Nico nodded, his eyes serious. "I won't," he promised. He leaned in, capturing John's mouth in a kiss that was as fierce as it was gentle. The club's noise faded away as John lost himself in the warmth of Nico's embrace, the detective's arms wrapping around him like a shield.

When they parted, Nico's gaze was soft. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice filled with emotion. "I don't know if you have any work left, but I am done"

John nodded, his eyes never leaving Nico's face. "Let's go home," he said, his voice firm.

Nico's shoulders visibly relaxed at the words, the tension draining from his body. "Yeah," he said, his voice a little hoarse. "Home sounds good."

They made their way through the now dimming club, the energy of the night starting to wane. As they stepped out into the cool night air, John couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. The club's neon lights cast a glow on Nico's face, highlighting the bruise on his lip and the determination in his eyes.

John wrapped an arm around Nico's waist, pulling him closer as they walked to the car. He knew that Nico's job was dangerous, but seeing the physical evidence of it hit him hard. His protective instincts were in overdrive, and he had to fight the urge to drag the detective away from the case altogether.

Once inside the car, Nico leaned his head back against the seat with a sigh, his eyes closing briefly. John reached over, taking his hand, and laced their fingers together. The simple gesture felt like a lifeline, a silent promise that he would be there for Nico, no matter what.

The drive home was filled with the quiet hum of the engine and the occasional whisper of the wind through the car's open windows. Nico's hand felt warm and solid in John's grip, grounding him in the present. Despite the turmoil in his mind, John couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settling over him.

They pulled into the driveway, the house's welcoming embrace a stark contrast to the club's intense atmosphere. The door closed behind them, and the weight of the night's events seemed to press down on John's shoulders. Nico's eyes searched his, reading the concern etched on his face.

"Hey," Nico said gently, reaching up to cup John's cheek. "It's going to be okay."

John nodded, his throat tight. "I know," he murmured, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "But it's just... hard."

Nico's thumb stroked John's cheek, his gaze understanding. "I know," he said softly. "But I'm here. We're in this together."

John leaned into the touch, feeling the warmth of Nico's hand seep into his skin. "I just... I don't want you to get hurt," he admitted, his voice raw with emotion.

Nico's smile was gentle. "And I don't want you to worry," he said, his thumb tracing the line of John's jaw. "But I can't do this job without taking risks. It's what I signed up for."

John nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. He knew Nico was right, but that didn't make it any easier to accept. He leaned in, capturing Nico's mouth in a deep, lingering kiss that spoke of all the things he couldn't put into words. The detective's response was just as fierce, his arms wrapping around John's shoulders, pulling him closer.

When they finally broke apart, John led Nico upstairs, his eyes never leaving the bruise on the detective's lip. He knew he couldn't protect Nico from the dangers of his job, but he could offer comfort where he could. In the bedroom, John gently helped Nico out of his clothes, his eyes taking in the bruises and marks that marred the detective's body.

Nico's eyes searched John's, reading the unspoken promise in them. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice filled with more than just gratitude. It was a promise of his own, a silent vow to keep coming back to this place of safety and love.

John led Nico to the bathroom, turning on the shower. The sound of the water was soothing, the steam filling the room as they stepped under the spray. He took a gentle sponge to Nico's bruised skin, washing away the remnants of the club's darkness. Nico's sighs of relief were music to John's ears as he tended to the marks with tender care.

The warm water cascaded over their bodies, the steam wrapping around them like a cocoon of safety. John's gentle touches felt like a balm to Nico's bruised and aching body. He closed his eyes, letting the heat seep into his muscles, soothing the pain that lingered from the night's events.

John's hands were everywhere, caressing and cleaning, as if trying to erase the memories of the club from Nico's skin. His touch was a silent conversation, a promise of care and protection that washed away the fear and anger that had been simmering beneath the surface.

Nico opened his eyes, the steam blurring the edges of John's face as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Thank you," he whispered again, his voice filled with more than just appreciation.

John nodded, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "Always," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He knew the toll this job was taking on Nico, but he also knew that the detective was driven by a deep sense of justice.

Once in bed John couldn't sleep, his mind racing with the images of Nico's bruised lip and the thought of the danger he faced. He watched the detective's chest rise and fall with each breath, the steady rhythm a stark contrast to the tumult in his own heart. He knew he had to let Nico go to work, but the fear was a heavy weight pressing down on him.

He wandered little more in Nico's apartman, the place that smelled like him, a mix of cologne and fresh laundry, with a hint of the mint breeze that will forever remind John of Nico. He saw the stack of files in shelves, the half-read books, the untouched dumbbells. Nico's life was scattered in front of him like puzzle pieces. Each item whispering a secret about the man he had come to care for so deeply.

One file caught his eyes, since it had Nico's name on it, his heart skipped a beat, he knew it was wrong but the need to know was too strong. He opens it, his eyes scanning over the pages, and what he saw made his blood run cold. He saw images of Nico, tied in bondage, covered in bruises, his eyes filled with tears, face covered in cum, expression filled with fear, pain and... resignation. The file was filled with notes about behavior of the Dominants, their likes, their limits, their breaking points. It was a detailed report of Nico's time with the traffickers, a document that made him realize how deep undercover Nico had gone.

He continued to read, each page revealing a new layer of horror that made his stomach churn. The things that had been done to Nico, the humiliation and pain, it was all laid bare in front of him. His heart ached with a mix of anger and sorrow for the man he had come to love.

Each picture, each note, was a knife to John's heart, twisting deeper with every page he turned. His mind raced, trying to reconcile the images of the broken man before him with the strong, capable detective he had come to know. The reality of Nico's undercover work hit him like a sledgehammer, leaving him gasping for air.

He closed the file, his hands trembling with the weight of what he had seen. He knew he had to be strong for Nico, to support him in this mission, but the rage boiled within him. He wanted to tear the world apart to erase the pain from Nico's eyes, to destroy the monsters who had done this to him.

John walked back to the bedroom, the file clutched in his hand, feeling sick to his stomach. He knew Nico had been hurt, but seeing the evidence laid out so starkly was like a punch to the gut. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching Nico sleep peacefully, oblivious to the turmoil that had just been unleashed in John's mind.

The detective stirred, his eyes fluttering open. "John?" he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

John took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "Yeah," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just couldn't sleep."

Nico sat up, his eyes searching John's face. "Is everything okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

John's eyes never left Nico's, the file weighing heavy in his hand. "I found this," he said, holding out the folder. "I didn't mean to pry, but... I couldn't ignore it."

Nico's eyes grew wide as he took the file, his hand shaking slightly. He didn't need to open it to know what it contained. "John," he began, his voice filled with a mix of apology and pain.

" Do you want to hear it?" Nico asked looking at John" It was 14 years, ago, I was 20"

John nodded, his gaze never leaving Nico's. "If you're ready to talk about it," he said, his voice gentle.

Nico took a deep breath, his eyes dropping to the file in his hand. " I don't mind, but I don't want to scare you or make you sad"

John reached over, placing a hand on Nico's shoulder. "You won't," he said firmly. "I want to know, Nico. I need to understand."

Nico took a deep breath, his eyes meeting John's. "Okay," he said, his voice a little shaky. "But it's not pretty."

John nodded, his grip on Nico's shoulder tightening. "I know," he murmured. "But I'm here."

Nico noded and layed his head in John's lap. " I was new in the agency, and they threw me in the water right from the start," Nico chuckled, " I was young, naive and wanted to save all the people."

John stroked Nico's hair, listening intently, his heart breaking with every word. "I came in, when the others were slowly progressing with the trafficking ring, in the BDSM clubs"

Nico took a deep breath, " We got two names one Dominant and Dominatrixx, who were the 'big prize', they were trafficiking people, buying and selling them, exporting them abroad, selling them for BDSM scenes to other Dominants to ' play with them', selling them to other BDSM clubs, providing clients, making them the ' pets ' of certain clubs "

John felt his stomach turn at the thought of such a twisted reality. Nico continued, " And making them ' the slaves for plays', these two were intouchable, they were like a ghosts we couldn't touch them, talk to them, they were very respected in the BDSM comunity and slipping through all the craks"

John's hand paused in its soothing motion, his eyes locking onto Nico's. "How did you get close to them?"

Nico took a deep breath, his voice steady despite the painful memories. "It was young foolishness, the only people they would talk to were the people interested in the play, so I lied in the contract and wrote that I was very experienced and interested to play"

John felt a swell of pride for Nico's bravery, despite the horrors he had faced. "What happened next?" he prompted gently.

" I did it behind the back of the agency so they didn't know about this, only one detective knew" Nico closed his eyes, " well the Dominants realised quickly that something was wrong"

John felt his heart race, his stomach twisting at the thought of Nico in such a vulnerable position. "What did they do?"

Nico's voice was quiet, the words coming out in a rush. "Oh, they were so mad when they found out I was cop. It was like I don't know 4 hours long session, I didn't even registered the pictures, they took all the pictures that are in that file, all of them were taken by them"

John's stomach clenched, his jaw tightening. "What did they do to you?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

" Everything " Nico said quietly, " I got piss on,shit on, beaten, whipped, made come over and over again, they put enema in me, gaged, bound, raped, was electro shocked, they did something called sounding and then all of it again and again and again,"

Nico swallowed, " If you were ever wondering if you can come blood, you can!"

John felt his heart break into a million pieces hearing Nico's story, but he didn't interrupt, he knew Nico needed to get it all out. He gently rubbed circles on Nico's chest, offering silent support.

" Then, my agency rushed in, because the one person blabed," Nico chuckled emptyly, "They saved me, then we got taken to the court"

John felt his rage building, but he kept his voice calm, his hand never stopping its soothing motions on Nico's skin. "What happened in court?"

" Well they claimed that they had no idea I was a cop and it was consensual, when the court found out that I forged the document to get in to the scene, the whole court turn in to the he said she said situation" Nico said quietly.

John's hand stilled on Nico's chest, the implications of what Nico was saying sinking in. "What did the court say?"

" The verdig was a misscomunication, so nothing happend to them, the agency tore me a new one as well, but since I was rookie they let me stay, for the next three years I was watching BDSM porn to decide wheter or not it was consensual and more office work and interrogations" Nico said.

John's jaw clenched, his rage simmering just beneath the surface. "They got away with it?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Nico nodded, his eyes still closed. "Yes," he said. " It's not easy to shut down rings like this. The world is not fair."

John felt a surge of anger, but he knew that getting worked up wouldn't help Nico. He took a deep breath and focused on the warmth of Nico's body, the steady beat of his heart.

" I told you it is not pretty" Nico said quietly, " but it happend years ago"

John took a deep breath, trying to process the gravity of what Nico had just shared with him. "But you're okay now?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Nico nodded, his eyes still closed. "I am," he said, his voice a little stronger. "But it's taken a lot of therapy and self-discovery to get to this point. To be able to come back to do my job in this industry, to be able to trust again."

John leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Nico's forehead. "You're so strong," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration.

" I know it must be hard for you to hear me talk shit about your profession" Nico replied.

John's eyes searched Nico's, his hand moving to cup the detective's cheek. "I'm not judging you," he said firmly. "I'm just...

The words caught in his throat, his heart heavy with the weight of what Nico had been through. "I'm just so sorry," he managed to say, his voice thick with emotion.

Nico's eyes opened, looking up at John with a small smile. "Don't be," he said, his voice a little hoarse. "It's not your fault, and it's part of who I am."

John's hand tightened on Nico's cheek. "But it's not right," he said, his voice filled with a fierce protectiveness. "What they did to you..."

Nico's smile grew a little sadder. "It's not right," he agreed. "But it's the job. And it's the past." He took a deep breath, his hand covering John's. "What's important is that we're here now, together, fighting the good fight."

John nodded, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "Together," he echoed, his voice strong. "Always."

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of Nico's past hanging heavily in the air. Then, John leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Nico's bruised lip. "I'm here for you," he murmured, his thumb brushing over the tender skin.

" You know" Nico started, " I would like to hear the side of BDSM through consent, the way you see it"

John nodded, his eyes searching Nico's, "I'd be happy to share it with you," he said, his voice gentle. "But only if you're ready."

Nico's smile grew a little, "I am," he said, his voice firm. "I want to understand, I may still be kinda biased but I want to see it through your lens."

John felt a warmth spread through him at Nico's willingness to explore this side of himself. He leaned down, his voice low and steady. "BDSM is about trust, communication, and respect," he began, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "It's about two people coming together to explore their desires, to push boundaries safely."

He paused, stroking Nico's cheek with his thumb. "It's about pleasure, pain, and power, but it's always consensual. It's about creating a space where you can be fully yourself, without judgment or fear."

Nico's eyes searched John's, his expression thoughtful. "I don't understand the saying that the sub is in the control when you are holding the whip" he admitted.

John smiled, "It's because the sub sets the boundaries, the safe words, the limits," he said, his voice calm and patient. "The Dominant's job is to respect those boundaries, to listen to the sub's needs and desires, and to make sure they're taken care of, both physically and emotionally."

Nico nodded, his eyes still locked on John's. "It's like a dance," John continued, "A delicate balance of power, where both parties have a say in the choreography."

Nico's gaze was thoughtful, his mind racing with the new perspective. " It just sounds like something you want to believe, you are causing pain in one way or another," he murmured.

John nodded, "But it's the intention behind it that matters," he said, his voice firm. "In the BDSM world, we talk about SSC - Safe, Sane, and Consensual. It's about making sure all parties involved are okay with what's happening, that everyone is safe, and that the power exchange is a mutual agreement."

Nico's eyes searched John's, the wheels turning in his mind. "So, even though you're the one with the power, you're still looking out for the sub's welfare? Why? With so much power you can forget that they are people, when they will do whatever you say"

John leaned in closer, his voice a gentle rumble. "Because that's the essence of it," he said, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "The power is an illusion, a tool for the sub to explore their limits, to find pleasure in the pain. But the true power lies in the trust, in the care, in knowing that you can stop everything with just a word."

"What about punishments?" Nico asked.

John took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "Punishments are part of the dynamic, yes," he said, his voice calm. "But they're not just about causing pain. They're about reinforcing boundaries and learning. It's about creating a space where the sub can feel the consequences of their actions, but in a way that's agreed upon and ultimately brings them closer to their Dominant."

" What gives you the right? The say what is apropriet behaviour for them, doesn't it just boost the ego of the Dominant, and what if they start to make stuff up just to hurt their sub? The ones that load the dice,will always claim the toss is fair" Nico questioned.

John took a deep breath, understanding Nico's skepticism. "It's about mutual agreement," he said firmly. "Before any scene begins, there's a negotiation, where the sub communicates their hard and soft limits, their safe words, what they're comfortable with and what they're not."

"What if they refuse the punishment?" Nico's voice was laced with doubt.

John's gaze remained steady. "If a sub refuses a punishment, it's a breach of trust," he said firmly. "But that doesn't mean the scene has to end in pain. It's about finding a middle ground, a way to address the issue that both parties can agree on."

" How can refusing to get beaten be a breach of the trust?" Nico's voice skeptic.

John took a moment to consider his words, his thumb brushing over Nico's bottom lip. "It's not about the beating itself," he said, his voice measured. "It's about the trust that's been built between the partners. If a sub agrees to a punishment, it's because they know that their Dominant has their best interests at heart. When they refuse, it can be seen as a challenge to that trust."

Nico's expression softened, his eyes searching John's. "But what if the sub doesn't want it?" he asked, his voice a whisper.

John leaned in, his breath warm against Nico's cheek. "If the sub truly doesn't want it, if they use their safe word, the scene stops," he said, his voice firm. "Consent is everything. Without it, it's not BDSM, it's abuse."

Nico nodded slowly, his mind racing. "I guess it's just... hard to wrap my head around after what I've seen," he admitted, his voice quiet.

John's hand cupped Nico's cheek, his thumb brushing over the stubble. "I know," he said gently. "But that's why we're here, together. To learn from each other, to understand each other's worlds."

Nico leaned into the touch, his eyes searching John's. "I want to understand," he murmured. "I want to see it through your eyes. But I still see pain and rape"

John's gaze never wavered. "Pain and pleasure are subjective," he said, his voice calm. "What's important is that everyone involved is consenting, that it's done safely and with respect."

He paused, his thumb tracing Nico's jawline. "But I know that your experience has colored your view of it. And that's why we're here, talking about it."

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving John's. "I just... I don't know if I can ever unsee what I've seen," he admitted, his voice tight with emotion.

John's hand tightened on Nico's cheek, his eyes filled with understanding. "You don't have to," he said softly. "But you can choose to see the beauty in it, the love and trust that can exist in those dynamics."

Nico's eyes searched John's, the doubt slowly fading. "But how do you know it's not just an excuse for people to hurt each other?"

John's expression grew serious. "Because I've experienced it," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "I've felt the power of a true connection, the rush of adrenaline when you know you're both on the same page, the intense high of pushing your limits together."

He leaned in closer, his eyes searching Nico's. "And I've seen the aftermath," he continued, his voice a whisper. "The way a sub's eyes light up with joy, the way they look at their Dominant with love and admiration after a scene. It's not about the pain, Nico. It's about the journey through it."

Nico's gaze searched John's, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. "I want to believe you," he murmured.

John leaned in, his voice a gentle whisper. "You don't have to believe me," he said. "Just keep an open mind, and maybe, one day, you'll see it for yourself."

Nico nodded, his eyes still searching John's. "I'll try," he murmured. "For you."

John's heart swelled at the trust in Nico's voice. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the detective's lips. "Thank you," he whispered.

The room was quiet, the only sound the steady rhythm of their breathing. Nico's hand came up, tracing John's jawline before sliding into his hair, pulling him closer. The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, a silent promise of support and understanding.

John felt a surge of love for this complex, damaged man in his arms. He knew that Nico had seen the darkest side of the BDSM world, and he wanted to show him that there was light in it too.

"I know it's hard," John murmured against Nico's mouth. "But let me show you, baby. Let me show you how beautiful it can be."

Nico's grip on John's hair tightened, his kiss growing more urgent. "Okay," he whispered, his voice filled with a desperate hope. "Show me."

John broke the kiss, his eyes blazing with passion and determination. "First," he said, his voice firm, "we need to talk about your limits. What you're comfortable with, what you're not."

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving John's " I don't think it would work ," he said, his voice a little shaky.

John studied him for a moment, his eyes filled with understanding. "We'll take it slow," he promised, his voice gentle. "We'll start with something simple, something that you're in complete control of."

Nico's expression was torn between doubt and curiosity. "Okay," he finally murmured. "But what if I don't like it?"

John's hand remained on Nico's cheek, his gaze never wavering. "Then we stop," he said, his voice firm yet reassuring. "But I believe that with the right guidance, you can find something that resonates with you."

Nico took a deep breath, his heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. He nodded slowly, his eyes still locked on John's. "Alright," he murmured. "Let's start with something small."

John's smile was gentle, his eyes filled with warmth. "Perfect," he said, his hand sliding down to Nico's neck, his thumb tracing the sensitive skin. "We'll start with a simple command, something that won't push your boundaries too far."

Nico's pulse quickened under John's touch, his body responding despite his fears. "What do you have in mind?" he asked, his voice a little hoarse.

John leaned back, his eyes still on Nico's. "How about this?" he said, his voice low and seductive. "You're going to sit in that chair," he nodded towards a chair in the corner of the room, "and I'm going to kneel in front of you."

Nico's eyes followed John's gaze before returning to his, his expression a mix of curiosity and anxiety. "And then?"

John's voice was a gentle rumble. "Then, I'm going to kiss you, very slowly," he said, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "You can tell me to stop at any time, and I will. This is about you feeling safe and in control."

Nico's breath hitched, but he nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of excitement and nerves. He rose from the bed, crossing the room to the chair, his legs feeling a little unsteady. He sat down, watching as John moved to stand in front of him.

John dropped to his knees, his eyes never leaving Nico's. He leaned in, his breath warm against the detective's skin. Nico's heart raced, his body tensing as John's lips brushed against his own. The kiss was gentle, almost tentative, a question rather than a demand.

Nico's eyes fluttered shut, his body responding despite his fears. He felt John's hands on his thighs, firm and reassuring, anchoring him to the present moment.

John's kiss grew a little more insistent, his tongue tracing the seam of Nico's lips. Nico gasped, his hands flying to John's shoulders, gripping the fabric tightly. John took it as an invitation, his tongue slipping inside to explore Nico's mouth.

Nico felt his body respond, his cock hardening in his pants. He let out a soft moan, his hands sliding up to John's neck, his thumbs tracing the stubble along the strong jawline. The kiss grew deeper, more intense, their breaths mingling as they tasted each other.

Nico laughed, " How is this a scene, we are just making out while I am in the chair" Nico smiled in to the kiss.

John pulled back, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "It's a starting point," he said, his voice low and playful. "But if you're feeling adventurous, we can always add a little more."

Nico's eyes searched John's, the doubt slowly fading. "What do you have in mind?" he asked, his voice a little unsteady.

John's smile was filled with warmth. "How about I tie your hands?" he suggested, his voice gentle. "Just loosely, with something soft. You'll still be in control, but it'll add a bit of vulnerability to the scene."

"Uh, okay, but I want them to be tied in front of me and loosely that when I move my hands apart the knot will fall, is that okay?" Nico asked.

John nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "Of course," he murmured. "We'll use a scarf, something comfortable, and you can slip out at any time."

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to Nico's neck, his hands moving to the scarf on the bedside table. Nico watched him, his breathing shallow, as John wrapped the scarf around his wrists, tying a loose knot. The fabric was soft against his skin, and he could feel his pulse throb in time with his racing heart.

John's gaze never left Nico's face as he secured the knot, his fingers lingering on the detective's skin. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble.

Nico seperated his hands the knot falling apart imedietaly, his eyes searched John's for a reaction. John's eyes remained calm, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "See, you're in control," he said, his voice soothing. "Now, let's try it again, but this time, keep your hands tied."

Nico took a deep breath, nodded, and allowed John to retie the knot. This time, the fabric remained in place as he leaned back in the chair, his heart pounding in his chest. John leaned in, his eyes searching Nico's, looking for any sign of distress.

"You can still tell me to stop," John reminded him, his voice a gentle rumble.

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving John's. He felt the scarf tighten around his wrists, the knot secure but not painful. He took a deep breath, the anticipation mixing with his nerves.

John leaned in again, his eyes searching Nico's for any hint of hesitation. He saw none, only a spark of curiosity and a hint of excitement. He pressed their lips together once more, his hands sliding up to cup Nico's face, his thumbs brushing against the detective's cheekbones.

The kiss grew more passionate, their tongues dancing together in a silent conversation of desire and trust. Nico's body melted into the chair, his hands flexing against the scarf as he gave in to the sensation. He felt John's hands move from his face to his chest, the gentle touch sending shivers down his spine.

John's hands roamed further, unbuttoning Nico's shirt, his fingertips tracing the lines of muscle and scars that mapped the detective's torso. Nico's breath hitched, his body responding to the touch despite his fears. He kept his eyes on John's, seeking reassurance in the deep pools of blue.

John's eyes never left Nico's, reading the unspoken cues, ensuring that every touch was welcome. He felt the tension in Nico's body, the way his muscles tightened and relaxed under his fingertips. He leaned back, his eyes searching Nico's for permission to continue. Nico nodded, his chest heaving with shallow breaths.

John's hand slid down to Nico's erection, his fingers wrapping around the hard length, stroking gently. Nico's eyes fluttered closed, his head falling back as he moaned into the kiss. The sound was like music to John's ears, a symphony of desire that spurred him on. He kissed Nico harder, his other hand sliding behind the detective's neck to hold him in place.

Nico's hips bucked upward, his body begging for more. John's strokes grew more insistent, his thumb brushing over the sensitive head of Nico's cock. The detective's moans grew louder, his body arching off the chair. John felt the power of the moment, the trust that Nico was placing in him. It was a heady feeling, one that made his own cock throb with need.

He broke the kiss, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "You're so beautiful when you let go," he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

Nico's eyes searched John's, his breathing ragged. "John, I..." he began, but the words trailed off as John's hand tightened around his cock, stroking him with an expert touch that had him teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

John's gaze was intense, his eyes dark with desire. "You're mine, Nico," he whispered, his voice a command that sent a shiver down the detective's spine. "Say it my love"

Nico's eyes fluttered open, meeting John's with a mix of passion and surrender. "I'm yours," he murmured, his voice hoarse with need.

John's hand moved faster, his grip tightening. "Tell me what you want," he demanded, his voice a low growl.

Nico's eyes squeezed shut, his teeth gritted. "I want... I want you to make me come," he gasped out, his voice a mix of pleasure and pain.

John's hand never faltered, his strokes growing more purposeful. He watched Nico's face, the way his features contorted with each touch, the way his breath hitched with each stroke. He felt the detective's cock swell in his hand, the precum slickening his palm.

"Look at me," John ordered, his voice a gentle rumble.

Nico's eyes snapped open, locking onto John's gaze. The intensity in John's eyes was almost too much to handle, but Nico found himself unable to look away. "I want to watch you," John murmured, his hand never stopping its relentless pace.

" I will let you come,my love" John said voice low, " But only when I will be inside of you"

Nico's eyes widened with surprise and excitement at John's words. He felt a warm rush of desire pool in his stomach, his cock twitching in John's grip. "Yes," he breathed, his voice barely a whisper.

John leaned in, his teeth scraping against Nico's neck. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice filled with approval. He released Nico's cock, his hands moving to the detective's pants, unbuckling the belt and unzipping them. He slid them down, revealing the tight boxers that strained against Nico's erection.

John's eyes met Nico's, his own filled with a mix of lust and concern. "Ready?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble.

" Can I touch you?" Nico asked showing his bound hands.

John nodded, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "Of course," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You're in control."

Nico's bound hands moved to John's chest, his fingertips tracing the lines of muscle and the sprinkling of hair that led down to the waistband of his own pants. John's breath hitched at the touch, his body responding to Nico's exploration.

John's own hands went to Nico's boxers, pulling them down just enough to free the detective's cock. He took it in his hand again, his thumb brushing over the sensitive slit, spreading the precum. Nico's eyes rolled back in his head, his hips jerking upward with the contact.

"John," Nico moaned, his voice a plea.

John's eyes searched Nico's, reading the desperation in them. He leaned in, his teeth grazing the detective's earlobe. "I want you to come," he murmured, his voice a gentle command. "But only when I say you can."

Nico's body tensed, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. John's hand stilled, waiting for Nico's nod of understanding. When it came, he resumed his strokes, his eyes never leaving Nico's. The detective's eyes were wide with need, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.

John's thumb circled the head of Nico's cock, applying just the right amount of pressure. Nico's hips jerked upward, his moans growing louder. John leaned in closer, his breath hot against Nico's skin.

John gently inserted his fingers into Nico's mouth, watching the detective's eyes widen in surprise before closing around them. Nico's tongue darted out, licking the digits, the action sending a jolt of desire through John's body. He felt Nico's cock twitch in his hand, the detective's need growing with each second that passed.

"You can bite down on these when you come," John murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Nico's spine. "But not until I tell you."

Nico nodded, his eyes glazed with lust as he sucked on John's fingers. The feel of John's hand on his cock was exquisite, the gentle dominance of the scene filling him with a sense of belonging he hadn't felt in a long time.

John leaned back, taking his fingers out of Nico's mouth. "Look at me," he said, his voice firm yet gentle. Nico complied, his eyes locked onto John's as he felt the head of John's cock nudge against his entrance. The anticipation was almost unbearable, his body begging for the fullness he knew was coming.

John pushed in slowly, watching as Nico's eyes grew wide with pleasure. The detective's breath hitched, his body tensing around John's cock. John took a deep breath, his own eyes never leaving Nico's as he began to move.

Their rhythm grew steadier, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Nico's legs were spread wide, his heels digging into the rug as John fucked him with a gentle dominance that had him teetering on the edge of ecstasy. The room was filled with the sounds of their love making - the slap of skin on skin, the wet sounds of John's cock sliding in and out of Nico's body, and their mingled moans of pleasure.

Nico's eyes remained locked on John's, his body responding to every stroke, every kiss, every whispered word of encouragement. He felt the tightness in his balls, the pressure building with each movement. "John," he gasped, his voice tight with need.

John's eyes darkened, his own desire clear in their depths. "Almost," he murmured, his voice low and filled with restraint. He leaned in, his mouth capturing Nico's in a kiss that was both fierce and gentle. " I will come first" he announced.

Nico's eyes searched John's, his own need mirrored in the blue depths. He nodded, his hips moving in sync with John's thrusts. John's hand found Nico's bound wrists, his grip firm as he brought them to the detective's mouth. "Bite down," he instructed, his voice a gentle rumble.

Nico complied, his teeth sinking into the scarf as John's pace grew more insistent. The fabric muffled his cries, his body arching off the chair as John claimed him completely. The feeling of John's cock filling him, the warmth of his breath on his neck, the gentle bite of the scarf between his teeth - it was all too much.

John's eyes never left Nico's, reading the detective's every reaction. He knew the exact moment Nico was ready, the way his eyes rolled back and his body tensed. So John stopped, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, making Nico's body jolt. "Not yet," he warned, his voice low and filled with restrained power.

Nico's teeth clenched around the scarf, his eyes watering with the effort of holding back. John leaned down, his mouth finding Nico's ear. "You are doing so good, such a pretty thing" he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper that sent a shiver down the detective's spine.

John's hand slid around Nico's cock again, his strokes matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Nico's moans grew louder, his body straining against the chair. "John, please," he begged, his voice tight with desperation.

John's smile was wicked as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against Nico's ear. "Do you want to come, my love?" he asked, his voice a seductive purr.

Nico nodded, his eyes squeezed shut. "Yes," he managed to gasp out, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.

John's hand tightened around Nico's cock, his grip preventing Nico's release. John's hips thrusting deep, he was close, so very close.

After few moments John was coming deep inside Nico, his body shaking with the intensity of his orgasm. He watched Nico's face, the mix of pleasure and frustration clear, and felt his own need to claim him completely. He knew Nico was on edge, and the power he had in this moment was exhilarating.

John leaned back, his breathing ragged, his chest heaving. "Now," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You can come."

Nico's eyes snapped open, the permission a spark that ignited the fire within him. He bit down on the scarf, muffling his cry as he came, his body convulsing with the force of his orgasm. John's hand didn't falter, his strokes slowing only when Nico's body went limp in the chair.

They stayed like that for a moment, their breathing the only sound in the room. John's cock was still deep inside Nico, both of them basking in the afterglow of their shared climax. Slowly, John pulled out, his eyes never leaving Nico's.

He moved to untie the scarf around Nico's wrists, his touch gentle. Nico watched him, his own hands trembling slightly.

John's eyes searched Nico's, looking for any sign of distress or pain. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble.

Nico's eyes were still glazed with pleasure, but he nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice a little shaky. "That was..."

John leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Nico's forehead. "AMAZING" he whispered, filling in the words Nico seemed to struggle with. "You were incredible."

Nico's cheeks flushed with the praise, his eyes searching John's for reassurance. "Really?" he asked, his voice small.

John nodded, his own smile gentle. "More than," he said, his voice filled with awe. "You did so well, letting go like that."

Nico's eyes searched John's, the fear from earlier replaced with a warmth that made John's heart swell. "Thank you," Nico murmured, his voice still a little shaky.

John leaned back, his hand still resting on Nico's thigh. "Of course" he said, his voice gentle. " Did you feel in control?"

Nico nodded, his breathing still erratic. "Yeah," he murmured, his eyes never leaving John's. "I did."

John's hand slid up Nico's chest, his thumb brushing over a nipple. "And you liked it?" he asked, his voice a low purr.

Nico's eyes closed, his body reacting to the touch. "I liked it," he said, his voice a breathy whisper. "I liked it a lot."

John leaned in, his mouth capturing Nico's in a soft kiss, tasting the salt of sweat and the sweetness of release. "Good," he murmured against the detective's lips. "That's what I wanted to hear."

He stood up, his legs a little wobbly from the intensity of their encounter. He reached for Nico's hand, helping him to his feet. Nico's legs felt like jelly, his body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. John led him to the bed, his hand firm but gentle as he guided the detective to lie down.

He took a moment to appreciate the sight of Nico sprawled out before him, his chest heaving with each breath, his skin flushed and glistening with sweat. "You're mine," John murmured, his voice filled with possessive warmth.

Nico looked up at him, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions - satisfaction, vulnerability, and something deeper that John couldn't quite put his finger on. He reached out, his hand sliding up John's thigh to rest on his hip. "Yours," he agreed, his voice a soft murmur.

John's smile grew, his heart swelling with love for the man before him. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Nico's forehead. "Tell me your kinkiest fantasy" he said, his voice firm but tender.

Nico's eyes searched John's, a hint of mischief sparkling in their depths. "You mean right now?" he asked, his voice a little shaky with nerves.

John nodded, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "Yes," he said, his voice a gentle command. "I want to know what makes you tick."

Nico took a deep breath, his heart racing with excitement. "Okay," he murmured, his voice a little shaky. "I don't think I have one."

John's eyes searched Nico's, his hand stroking the detective's cheek. "Everyone has one," he said, his voice a gentle coax. "What's yours?"

Nico took a deep breath, his heart racing with both excitement and fear. "I've always... I've always wanted to be... stuffed and plugged," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just to...know."

John's eyes widened with surprise, his cock twitching with renewed interest. "Stuffed and plugged, huh?" he repeated, his voice a gentle murmur. "As in, filled in with my cum?"

Nico nodded, his cheeks flushing a darker shade of red. "Yes," he said, his voice barely audible. "It's just... something I've always wondered about."

Nico rolled over buring his head in to the pillows, " aaaaaah" he yelled dramaticaly, " Forget it" he murmured.

John chuckled, his hand moving to cup Nico's cheek, turning his face towards him. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice filled with amusement.

Nico looked up, his eyes wide with embarrassment. "It's just... it's nothing," he mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow.

John leaned in, his voice a gentle rumble. "No, tell me," he said, his eyes searching Nico's. "I want to know."

Nico took a deep breath, his eyes meeting John's. "It's just... I cannot have kinks, I am aresting people like this" he murmured, his cheeks flushing even more.

John's smile softened, his thumb stroking Nico's cheek. "You can have fantasies, Nico," he said gently. "They don't define you, and they certainly don't make you a bad person."

Nico's eyes searched John's, the doubt still present. "But what if they do?" he asked, his voice a whisper.

John leaned in closer, his eyes filled with understanding. "They don't," he said firmly. "Your job, your past - they don't define what you want, what you need." He paused, his hand moving to cup Nico's face fully. "And I'm here to explore those desires with you, if you want."

Nico's eyes searched John's, the vulnerability in them making John's heart ache. He nodded slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want to," he said. "I want to try."

John's smile grew, his eyes filled with warmth. "Then we will," he murmured, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Nico's lips. "But only if you're comfortable, and only when you're ready."

Nico nodded, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. "I trust you," he whispered, his voice shaky.

John's eyes searched Nico's, the love and care in them unmistakable. He leaned in, his mouth capturing Nico's in a gentle kiss that spoke of promise and understanding. Nico's arms wrapped around John's neck, pulling him closer as the kiss grew deeper, their tongues dancing together in a silent conversation of need and desire.

John pulled back, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Then let's plan something," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "But we'll take it slow, okay?"

Nico nodded, his heart racing. "Okay," he breathed. "What do we do?"

John's smile was filled with a gentle mischief as he climbed next to Nico. "First, we talk," he said, his hand tracing patterns on the detective's chest. "We'll set our boundaries and make sure we're both on the same page."

Nico nodded, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. "Okay," he murmured, his eyes searching John's.

John leaned in, his voice a gentle murmur. "We'll start with something simple," he said, his hand sliding down to cup Nico's ass. "But we'll talk through everything, and you can always say no."

Nico's eyes searched John's, the fear slowly receding. "Okay," he said, his voice a little more steady. "What do you have in mind?"

John leaned in closer, his eyes filled with a gentle intensity. "How about we start with just the plug?" he suggested, his voice a low murmur. "We'll get you used to the feeling, and then we can see if you're ready for more."

Nico's eyes widened slightly, but he nodded. "Okay," he murmured, his voice a little shaky.

John leaned in, his mouth capturing Nico's in a gentle kiss that was filled with warmth and reassurance. He pulled away, his eyes searching Nico's. "You're sure?" he asked, his voice a soft rumble.

Nico took a deep breath, his hand sliding up to cup John's cheek. "Yes," he murmured, his voice a little steadier now. "I trust you."

John's smile grew, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Good," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "We'll take it slow, and if you ever feel uncomfortable, you just say the safe word, okay?"

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving John's. "Okay," he murmured, his voice a little shaky. "Can the safeword be just stop or no?"

John's smile was gentle as he nodded. "Of course," he said, his voice a soft rumble. "Anything you want, as long as it's clear."

They lay there for a few moments, the air between them thick with anticipation. John's hand slid down Nico's body, his fingers teasing the detective's hole. Nico's breath hitched, his body tensing at the touch.

John's eyes searched Nico's, looking for any sign of discomfort. "Breathe," he murmured, his voice a gentle command. "Relax."

Nico took a deep breath, his body slowly relaxing under John's touch. John's fingers began to circle his entrance, applying gentle pressure. Nico's eyes fluttered closed, his head tilting back as he focused on the sensation.

John's touch grew bolder, one finger slipping inside. Nico gasped, his body tightening for a moment before he consciously relaxed. John's movements were slow and deliberate, his thumb pressing against Nico's prostate, making the detective's hips jerk in response.

Nico's eyes flew open, meeting John's gaze. The look of concentration on John's face was almost comical, but the pleasure that shot through him was anything but. "Oh God," he murmured, his voice tight with arousal.

John's eyes searched Nico's, watching for any sign of distress. "You okay?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble.

Nico nodded, his eyes glazed with pleasure. "Yes," he murmured, his voice tight with arousal.

John's finger slid in and out, setting a gentle rhythm that had Nico's body responding in kind. He added a second finger, stretching Nico carefully. Nico's breath hitched, his muscles tightening around John's digits.

"You're doing so well," John murmured, his voice a gentle praise that sent a shiver down Nico's spine. Nico nodded, his eyes squeezed shut as he focused on the sensation.

John's fingers slid out, and Nico felt a moment of emptiness before something cool and slick was pressed against his entrance. "Remember, you're in control," John reminded him, his voice a soft purr.

Nico took a deep breath, nodding his consent. He felt the slow, deliberate pressure as John began to push the plug inside him. The sensation was foreign but not unpleasant, and he focused on the sound of John's voice, the feel of his hand on his thigh, and the warmth of his body beside him.

John worked the plug in carefully, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "How does it feel?" he asked, his voice low and steady.

Nico took a deep breath, his body adjusting to the new sensation. "It's... interesting," he murmured, his voice tight with concentration.

John chuckled, his hand moving to stroke Nico's cock in time with the plug's gentle movements. "Interesting, huh?" he said, his voice filled with amusement. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

Nico's eyes fluttered closed, his body slowly giving in to the sensation. The plug filled him completely, the pressure a constant reminder of John's presence. He felt a strange sense of fullness, his body adjusting to the intrusion.

John's hand never stopped moving, his strokes on Nico's cock growing more insistent. Nico's breath hitched, his body responding to the dual stimulation. He felt the beginnings of another orgasm building, his hips pushing back against the plug.

"John," he gasped, his voice tight with pleasure. "I'm close."

John's eyes darkened with desire as he watched Nico's face contort with pleasure. "Good," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "Come for me, Nico. Show me how much you like it."

Nico's body obeyed, his muscles tightening around the plug as he came, his cock spurting ropes of cum onto his stomach. John's hand never stopped moving, milking the orgasm from him until Nico was panting, his body limp.

John leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Nico's neck. Nico's eyes flew open. "Easy," John murmured, his voice a gentle rumble. "It's okay."

Nico's breathing evened out as the plug was still inside him. John rolled onto his side, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "How do you feel?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Nico took a moment to process the sensation, his eyes meeting John's. "Different," he murmured. "But good."

John's smile was one of pure satisfaction. "Glad to hear it," he said, his voice a gentle purr. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Nico's cheek. "Now, let's get you cleaned up. But the plug will stay in okay."

Nico nodded, his eyes still glazed with pleasure. "Okay," he murmured, his voice a little shaky.

John got up, his movements graceful and efficient as he grabbed a towel and cleaned Nico up, careful not to disturb the plug. Nico watched him, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness. This was a new chapter in their relationship, and he wasn't sure where it would lead.

John saw the uncertainty in Nico's eyes and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. "You did so well," he murmured, his voice filled with pride. "We'll go slow, and we'll talk about everything."

Nico nodded, his eyes searching John's. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice a little shaky. "For... for everything."

John's smile was gentle as he climbed back into bed, pulling Nico into his arms. "You're welcome," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "But remember, this is your journey too. If you ever feel uncomfortable, we'll stop."

Nico nodded, his body relaxing into John's embrace. "I know," he murmured, his voice a little more steady now.

John's hand slid down to Nico's ass, gently squeezing. "And you liked it?" he asked, his voice a gentle tease.

Nico nodded, his cheeks flushing even more. "I did," he admitted, his voice a little shaky. "It was... something."

John's chuckle was low and warm. "Just something?" he teased, his hand continuing to gently squeeze Nico's ass.

Nico couldn't help but smile, his cheeks reddening even more. "Okay, maybe more than just something," he conceded, his voice a little more playful.

John's chuckle grew into a full laugh, the sound rumbling through his chest and making Nico's heart flutter. "I'm glad to hear it," John said, his hand still resting on Nico's ass. "Because I definitely plan on doing that again."

Nico's eyes searched John's, the excitement in them unmistakable. "Really?" he asked, his voice a little hopeful.

John's smile grew, his eyes gleaming with desire. "Oh, yes," he murmured, his hand sliding down to caress Nico's cock, which was already beginning to harden again. "We're just getting started."

Nico's eyes widened, his body responding to John's touch. "Already?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and excitement.

John's grin was wolfish as he nodded. "Mmhmm," he murmured, his hand stroking Nico's cock with gentle but firm motions. "I can't get enough of you."

Nico's breath hitched, his body responding eagerly to John's touch. "I thought we were taking it slow?" he said, his voice a little shaky with excitement.

John's smile was mischievous as he leaned in to nip at Nico's earlobe. "We are," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble. "But I can't resist you when you're all flushed and pliant like this."

Nico's breath hitched, his cock growing harder under John's touch. "But the plug," he protested weakly, his body betraying his words.

John's eyes gleamed with understanding. "We'll just keep it slow," he assured, his voice a gentle purr. "Let's see how it feels with a little more."

Nico nodded, his breathing growing heavier as John's hand began to move faster, his grip tightening slightly. The pressure from the plug combined with the pleasure of John's hand on his cock was intense, and Nico found himself arching into the touch, his body craving more.

" Would you like, if I came inside and then plugged you?" John asked, voice low and dominant.

Nico's breath hitched at the thought, his eyes flickering with both excitement and a hint of fear. He nodded, his voice a barely audible whisper. "Yes," he managed to say, his heart racing.

John's eyes searched Nico's, ensuring that he was truly okay with the idea. Satisfied with what he saw, he leaned in for a deep, claiming kiss that left Nico's toes curling. His hand never stopped moving, bringing Nico closer and closer to the edge.

The detective's breath was coming in gasps now, his hips bucking against John's hand. John's own arousal was growing, his cock hardening at the thought of filling Nico up. He broke the kiss, his eyes filled with hunger. "Ready?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

Nico nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation. "Yes," he breathed, his voice tight with need.

John's hand stilled for a moment, his gaze holding Nico's as he positioned himself. He lined up his cock with Nico's entrance, the tip nudging against the plug. Nico's body tensed, but John's gentle touch and reassuring words kept him relaxed.

"Remember, you're in control," John murmured, his voice thick with desire. "If you want me to stop, just say so."

Nico took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving John's. "I'm okay," he murmured, his voice a little shaky.

John's gaze searched Nico's, looking for any hint of doubt. Finding none, he pushed forward, the head of his cock slipping past the plug and into Nico's tight heat. Nico's eyes widened, his body tense for a moment before he nodded, giving John the signal to continue.

John's movements were slow and deliberate, his cock sliding in inch by inch, filling Nico completely. Nico's breath hitched, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt the stretch, the fullness that was both overwhelming and exhilarating. "You're so tight," John murmured, his voice filled with awe.

" Stop" Nico whispered quietly.

John immediately froze, his eyes searching Nico's face for any signs of distress. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Nico took a deep breath, his eyes still squeezed shut. "Just... I don't think I can do this with both the plug and you," he murmured, his voice tight with tension.

John's eyes searched Nico's, his concern palpable. "Okay," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "No problem." He carefully removed the plug, setting it aside, and then leaned in to kiss Nico's neck, his hand sliding back down to the detective's cock. "We'll just stick with this for now," he murmured, his voice filled with understanding.

Nico's body relaxed slightly at the loss of the plug, but the pressure of John's cock was still intense. He nodded, his eyes fluttering open to meet John's gaze. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice a little shaky.

John's smile was gentle as he leaned in to kiss Nico's forehead. "It's okay," he said, his voice a soft purr. "We'll go at your pace."

He began to move again, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm that had Nico's body quickly catching up. Nico's eyes fluttered closed, his breath hitching as he felt himself stretching around John's cock. It was different without the plug, but no less intense.

John's strokes grew longer, his cock sliding almost all the way out before pushing back in, filling Nico completely. Nico's hands gripped the sheets, his body tightening with every thrust. "John," he gasped, his voice tight with pleasure.

John leaned down, his breath hot against Nico's ear. "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble. "So tight, so perfect."

Nico's eyes fluttered open, meeting John's intense gaze. The love and desire in his eyes were almost too much to handle. "John," he gasped, his voice tight with pleasure.

John's smile was filled with tenderness as he leaned down to kiss Nico's lips. "You're doing so well," he murmured, his voice a gentle purr. "Just keep breathing."

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving John's as he focused on the feeling of John's cock moving inside him. It was a strange mix of pleasure and pain, but the love and care in John's eyes made it all worth it. He felt his body begin to relax again, his muscles loosening around John's thick length.

John noticed the change and leaned in, his teeth grazing Nico's earlobe. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice a gentle praise that sent a shiver down Nico's spine. "You're doing so well."

Nico's eyes fluttered closed, his body responding to John's words. He felt the beginnings of another orgasm building, the pleasure from John's touch and the sensation of being filled pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

John's pace picked up, his strokes growing more insistent. Nico's hips began to meet his, eager for more, his body moving in time with John's. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, a symphony of passion and desire.

Nico's hand slid down to his own cock, his fingers wrapping around the shaft. John's eyes never left Nico's face, watching the play of emotions as the detective touched himself. "Do you like that?" John murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Nico nodded, his eyes glazed with pleasure. "Yes," he gasped, his hand moving faster. "I like it."

John's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, his own arousal growing as he watched Nico touch himself. "Then come for me," he murmured, his voice a gentle command. "Let me feel you tighten around me."

Nico's hand moved faster, his strokes matching the rhythm of John's thrusts. His breathing grew ragged, his body tightening with every stroke. "John," he gasped, his voice a desperate plea. "I'm... I'm going to..."

John leaned in, his teeth grazing Nico's neck. "Come for me," he murmured, his voice a gentle demand. "Let me feel you come."

Nico's body obeyed, his muscles tightening around John's cock as he came, his cum spurting onto his stomach. John's own orgasm followed quickly, his cock pulsing deep inside Nico as he filled him with his warmth. They lay there for a moment, panting and trembling, their bodies joined in the most intimate of ways.

John leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Nico's neck. "How do you feel?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur.

Nico took a deep breath, his body still trembling from the intensity of their shared climax. "I feel like you are turning me into sex freak" he murmured, his voice tight with satisfaction.

John chuckled, his breath warm against Nico's skin. "A well-managed one," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "And only with your consent."

Nico nodded, his eyes still closed as he savored the feeling of John's weight on top of him. "I know," he murmured. "But it's still... a lot to take in."

John's smile was gentle as he pulled out, his cock still half-hard. John reached over, pushing the come back inside Nico and inserting the plug.

Nico's eyes flew open, his breath catching at the sensation. "John," he murmured, his voice tight with arousal.

John's smile was smug as he pressed the plug back into Nico's ass, the detective's body stretching to accommodate it. "It's all part of the experience," he said, his voice a gentle purr. "And remember, you can always say no."

Nico's eyes searched John's, the desire in them unmistakable. "I know," he murmured, his voice a little shaky.

John's smile grew, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Good," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "Because I plan on making you feel this way every day."

Nico's cheeks flushed at the thought, his body already responding to John's words. "Every day?" he asked, his voice a little shaky.

John's smile was wicked as he nodded. "Every single day," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire. "But for now, let's clean up and get some rest."

They showered together, the warm water cascading over their bodies as they washed away the sweat and cum. John was gentle with Nico, his hands soothing as they washed the plug before sliding it back into place. Nico's eyes closed, his body shivering with pleasure at the feeling of fullness.

Once they were clean, John led Nico back to bed, pulling the covers over them. Nico snuggled into John's arms, his body still buzzing with the aftermath of their intense session. John held him close, his hand resting gently on the base of the plug, reminding Nico of his dominance without being overwhelming.

"You're doing so well," John murmured into his hair, his voice filled with pride. "I'm so proud of you."

Nico's eyes fluttered closed as he felt the warmth of John's embrace. He was still a little overwhelmed, but the love and care in John's voice was like a balm to his soul. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice a little shaky.

John's arms tightened around him, his hand sliding down to cup Nico's ass gently. "You're welcome," he said, his voice a soft purr. "But remember, this is about us, about what we both want."

Nico nodded, his eyes still closed. "I know," he murmured. "Was this what you wanted?."

John's hand squeezed Nico's ass gently, his thumb brushing against the base of the plug. "It's not just about what I want," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "It's about what we both want. And seeing you like this, feeling you like this, it's everything I could ever ask for."

Nico's eyes searched John's, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. "I want to make you happy," he murmured, his voice a little shaky.

John's smile was tender as he leaned in to kiss Nico's forehead. "You do," he said, his voice a gentle purr. "More than you know."

They lay there for a while, their bodies tangled together, the only sound in the room their mingled breaths. Nico felt the warmth of John's love surrounding him, the plug inside him a constant reminder of their shared journey.

John broke the silence, his voice a gentle rumble. "Nico, can I ask you something?"

Nico's eyes searched John's, his heart racing. "Of course," he murmured, his voice a little shaky.

John took a deep breath, his eyes searching Nico's. "How do you feel about wearing the plug in public?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur.

Nico's eyes widened slightly, his heart skipping a beat. "In public?" he echoed, his voice a little shaky.

John's smile was gentle as he nodded. "It's a common kink," he murmured, his thumb continuing to stroke the base of the plug. "Some people find it incredibly arousing, knowing they're being filled and controlled in such a private way, even when they're surrounded by others."

Nico took a moment to consider the idea, his body responding to John's gentle touch. The thought was both thrilling and terrifying, but he trusted John implicitly. "I don't think it is professional of me, I have to be focused in work," he whispered, his voice a little shaky. " But if I wasn't at work and we were just about to hang out..."

John's eyes lit up with excitement. "That's all I'm asking," he said, his voice a gentle purr. "A little bit of fun when we're out and about."

"But the public didn't consent, it would be immoral, wouldn't it?" Nico asked.

John's gaze was reassuring as he leaned in to kiss Nico's cheek. "It's only immoral if you're not comfortable with it," he murmured. "And we'd make sure it's something that doesn't interfere with your job. Maybe we could try it on a weekend or during a night out, when you're relaxed and in control of the situation."

"It would turn you on huh?" Nico laughed, " You kinky shit"

John chuckled, his hand still cupping Nico's ass. "Well, it's all about the thrill of the unknown, the power exchange," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "But only if you're okay with it."

Nico's heart raced at the thought, but he nodded slowly. "I trust you," he murmured, his voice tight with excitement. "But only if it's safe, and no one can see and we won't disrupt the public,sexual exposure in public is illegal."

John's smile grew, his eyes gleaming with desire. "I'd never put you in a situation you're not comfortable with," he assured, his voice a gentle rumble. "But I think you'd love the thrill of it."

Nico took a deep breath, his heart racing with excitement and nerves. "Okay," he murmured, his voice a little shaky. "Let's try it."

John's smile was filled with excitement as he leaned in to kiss Nico's neck. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice a gentle praise that sent a shiver down Nico's spine. "But only if you're absolutely sure."

Nico took a moment to consider, his eyes searching John's for any hint of doubt. Finding none, he nodded. "I'm sure," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. " Tomorrow we could get breakfast at the dinner and I could wear it"

John's smile was one of pure pleasure as he leaned in to kiss Nico's neck. "Perfect," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble. "We'll keep it our little secret."

At night when Nico was finaly asleep, John's excitement was preventing him from sleep, thoughts of tomorrow's adventure swirling in his mind. He gently removed the plug, careful not to wake Nico, and placed it on the bedside table. The soft click of the bedside drawer closing echoed through the quiet room. He lay there, his hand sliding down to his own cock, stroking it idly as he imagined the reactions Nico would have when they went out tomorrow.

John couldn't believe, that they had come so far, so fast. He felt a sense of pride in Nico's willingness to explore his desires and trust him so completely. He knew that this was just the beginning, and he was eager to see where their journey would take them. As he lay there, stroking his cock, he contemplated the next steps.

The next morning, John took extra care in preparing Nico for their little adventure. He woke Nico with a gentle kiss, his hand sliding down to gently wake his cock. Nico's eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile playing on his lips as he looked up at John. "Good morning," he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.

John's smile was filled with excitement as he leaned in to kiss Nico's cheek. "Good morning," he whispered, his hand continuing to stroke. "Are you ready for today?"

Nico's eyes searched John's, his heart racing. "I think so," he murmured, his voice a little shaky.

John's smile was gentle as he leaned in to kiss Nico's neck. "Remember, we're just testing the waters," he said, his voice a soft purr. "If you get uncomfortable, just tell me and we'll leave."

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving John's. "Okay," he murmured, his voice tight with anticipation.

John leaned back, his hand sliding away from Nico's cock. He reached for the plug, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Let's get you ready," he said, his voice a gentle rumble.

Nico took a deep breath, his heart racing as John lubed up the plug. He felt a strange mix of excitement and nerves as John gently pushed it back into place. The feeling of fullness was even more intense than before, the knowledge that he'd be wearing it in public making him feel both vulnerable and incredibly aroused.

"Pull it out please" Nico requested.

John raised an eyebrow but did as Nico asked, sliding the plug out with ease. Nico quickly turned over, pressing his head in to the pillows. "What's the matter?" John asked, his voice a gentle rumble.

"I was thinking that you could come in me," Nico murmured, his voice muffled by the pillow. "Then put the plug."

John's eyes widened at the idea, his cock twitching with renewed interest. "That's a good one," he said, his voice filled with approval. "It'll make the experience even more intense for you."

Nico's cheeks flushed with excitement as John slid behind him, his cock nudging against the detective's hole. He pushed in, filling Nico with his warmth, the plug already stretching him out making it easier this time. Nico's body trembled with anticipation, his mind racing with the thought of walking around in public with John's cum inside him.

John's strokes were slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving Nico's face as he watched for any signs of discomfort. "How does it feel?" he murmured, his voice a gentle purr.

Nico's eyes were squeezed shut, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "It feels good" he murmured, his voice tight with arousal.

John's hand slid down to Nico's cock, his fingers wrapping around it. "Would you like to come again?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble.

Nico's eyes were still squeezed shut. "No" he gasped.

John's smile was filled with understanding as he began to move faster, his hips slapping against Nico's ass with every thrust. "Then let me make you feel good," he murmured, his voice a gentle purr.

Nico's body tightened around John's cock, his own orgasm building again. "Oh God," he gasped, his voice tight with pleasure.

John was coming deep inside Nico, filling him with warmth and claiming him in the most primal of ways. Nico's body was trembling with the intensity of his emotions, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt the fullness of John's cum inside him. John leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Nico's neck as he pulled out, his hand immediately reaching for the plug.

Nico took a deep breath, his body still trembling as John slid the plug back into place. The feeling was even more intense now, the plug seeming to hold John's warmth inside him. John's hand stroked Nico's ass gently, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down the detective's spine.

"Ready?" John asked, his voice a gentle rumble.

"Do you think I am gross?" Nico whispered, his cheeks flushing.

John's eyes widened in surprise. "What? No, Nico," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "You're not gross. Why would you think that?"

Nico looked up at him, his eyes searching John's face. "Because of what we're doing," he murmured. "It's not... normal."

John's smile was gentle as he leaned in to kiss Nico's forehead. "What we do together is beautiful," he said, his voice a soft purr. "And it's only 'not normal' if you're not happy with it."

Nico took a deep breath, his eyes searching John's. "I think I am facing the dilema of being detective against sex crimes and my fantasies," he murmured, his voice a little shaky.

John's expression grew serious, his hand stroking Nico's cheek gently. "You're not doing anything wrong, Nico," he said firmly. "Your job is to protect people, and that's what you do. What we do in the privacy of our own home, between consenting adults, is none of anyone else's business."

Nico nodded, his eyes still searching John's. "You're right," he murmured, his voice a little shaky. "It's just... I've never talked about this with anyone before. And I feel it makes me a hypocryte to question people kinks while I am doing this"

John's gaze was understanding as he leaned in to kiss Nico's cheek. "You're not a hypocrite," he murmured. "You're just a person with a job that's sometimes at odds with your desires. But you're still you, and I love every part of you."

Nico's eyes searched John's, finding the truth in his words. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice a little shaky. " But this doesn't change anything, I will always pick the people in the cage, over the Dominants"

John nodded, his eyes serious. "I know," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "And that's what makes you a good detective, Nico. You know where the lines are, and you respect them."

Nico took a deep breath, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of their shared climax. "Okay," he murmured. "Let's do this."

John's smile was filled with pride as he helped Nico to his feet. They dressed carefully, John choosing an outfit that would both hide the plug and make Nico feel confident. Nico's eyes met his in the mirror, a mix of excitement and nerves playing across his features. "You look amazing," John murmured, his voice a gentle purr.

Nico's cheeks flushed as he pulled on his jeans, the plug shifting slightly as he moved. "Thanks," he murmured, his voice a little shaky.

John's eyes never left Nico as he dressed, his gaze filled with admiration. "You're going to love this," he said, his voice a gentle purr. "I promise."

Nico's heart raced as they left the apartment, the plug a constant reminder of their shared secret. They walked to the diner, Nico's steps a little more deliberate than usual, the feeling of John's cum inside him making him hyperaware of every movement. The cool morning air was a stark contrast to the warmth of the plug, sending shivers of pleasure through his body.

John could see the nervous excitement in Nico's eyes, and his own heart swelled with pride. He knew this was a big step for Nico, but the detective's willingness to try new things was a testament to their growing bond.

As they walked down the street, Nico's hand found its way into John's, their fingers lacing together. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about the trust they had built. John gave Nico's hand a reassuring squeeze, his eyes never leaving the detective's. "You're doing great," he murmured, his voice a gentle purr.

Nico nodded, his eyes searching John's. "It is kinda... fun" he murmured, his voice tight with excitement.

John's smile grew, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I'm glad you think so," he said, his voice a gentle rumble.

As they entered the diner, the smell of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee filled the air. Nico's stomach rumbled, a reminder that this was more than just an experiment in public kink. It was a normal morning outing, and the comforting familiarity helped ease his nerves. The waitress greeted them with a cheery smile, completely oblivious to the intimate secret they shared.

They slid into a booth, John sitting opposite Nico so he could watch the detective's reactions. Nico's eyes darted around the room, looking for any signs of judgment or recognition. John leaned back, his own cock hardening at the sight of Nico's flushed cheeks and the way his eyes kept dropping to the plug hidden beneath his clothes.

The waitress came over, her pencil poised over her notepad. "What can I get you guys to drink?"

John watched as Nico's eyes darted up to hers, the blush on his cheeks deepening. "Coffee," he managed to murmur, his voice a little shaky.

John's smile was gentle as he ordered for both of them, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "Make sure it's hot," he added, his voice a soft purr that sent a shiver down Nico's spine.

The waitress nodded, her eyes flicking between them before she turned to place their order. Nico's eyes followed her, his mind racing with thoughts of what she would think if she knew the truth.

John's voice was low, a gentle rumble that only Nico could hear. "Remember, baby, this is just for us," he murmured, his hand sliding on the table to rest on Nico's.

Nico took a deep breath, his eyes flicking back to John's. He nodded, squeezing John's hand in return. "I know, it is kinda fun" he murmured, his voice a little shaky.

John's smile grew, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Good," he said, his voice a gentle purr. "Now, let's order some food to go with that coffee."

Nico nodded, his eyes still on John's hand. He felt a strange thrill at the thought of someone else serving them, not knowing the intimate secret they shared. They ordered their usual breakfast, the sound of sizzling food and the low murmur of conversations around them creating a comforting backdrop to their erotic adventure.

The waitress brought their coffee, and John took a sip, his eyes never leaving Nico's. Nico could feel the warmth of the liquid as it traveled down his throat, the sensation mixing with the fullness from the plug. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart.

"You're doing so well," John murmured, his voice a gentle purr. "You're so beautiful, sitting here with me like this."

Nico's cheeks burned as he took a tentative sip of his coffee, his eyes darting around the room. Despite his nerves, the warmth of John's praise filled him with a sense of pride. He took a deep breath, trying to focus on the mundane task of ordering breakfast.

"So, what's the plan?" Nico asked, his voice a little shaky.

John's smile was one of pure mischief as he leaned in closer. "Just enjoy your breakfast," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble. "Let the anticipation build."

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving John's. He took a deep breath, trying to focus on the menu. But every time he moved, the plug shifted inside him, sending a fresh wave of arousal through his body. The sound of their orders being called out in the kitchen was almost too much to bear, his nerves and excitement building with every passing second.

The food arrived, and John took a bite of his eggs, watching Nico with hooded eyes. Nico tried to act casual, but his every movement was a little stiffer than usual, a little more deliberate. He could feel the plug with every chew, every swallow, and it was driving him wild.

"How's your breakfast?" John asked, his voice a gentle rumble that sent shivers down Nico's spine.

Nico took a deep breath, focusing on the flavors of his pancakes. "It's good," he murmured, his eyes flicking up to meet John's.

John's gaze was intense, his eyes dark with desire. "And how's the plug?" he asked, his voice a gentle purr that sent a shiver down Nico's spine.

Nico choked on his bite, the sudden question catching him off guard. "It's... there," he managed to say, his voice tight with arousal.

John's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Would you like me to remind you?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble that sent a fresh wave of pleasure through Nico's body.

Nico's cheeks burned, but he nodded, his voice a tight murmur. "Yes, please."

John stood up and sat besides Nico, his hand sliding under the table to rest on Nico's thigh. His thumb traced small circles, inching closer and closer to the base of the plug. Nico's breath hitched, his eyes wide with anticipation. John leaned in, his lips brushing against Nico's ear. "Remember, baby, if you need me to stop, just say so," he murmured, his voice a gentle purr that sent a thrill through Nico's body.

Nico nodded, his voice a little shaky. "I will," he murmured.

John's thumb brushed against the base of the plug, the slightest pressure sending a jolt of pleasure through Nico's body. He took a deep breath, trying to focus on his breakfast, but his eyes kept darting around the diner. The other patrons were oblivious to their little game, lost in their own conversations and thoughts.

John's hand slid higher, his thumb now pressing firmly against the plug. Nico's eyes widened, his breath hitching in his throat. He could feel the heat building inside him, the pressure from the plug mixing with the thrill of their shared secret. The smell of the pancakes and the sound of sizzling bacon only served to heighten his senses, making him even more aware of his own arousal.

"You're doing so well," John murmured, his voice a gentle rumble that only added to the tension. "So obedient."

Nico's cock twitched at the words, his cheeks burning with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. He took a deep breath, trying to focus on his food, but the sensation of John's thumb pressing against the plug was too much. He set his fork down, his hand shaking slightly.

John's eyes never left Nico's face, watching the play of emotions across his features. He knew Nico was close, could see the way his pupils had dilated and his breath had grown shallow. With a gentle squeeze of his hand, he leaned in closer. "Do you want to come?" he whispered, his voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down Nico's spine.

"No" Nico breathed out, his voice strained with desire. "Not here."

John's hand stilled, his eyes searching Nico's face for any signs of distress. "Are you sure?" he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble.

Nico nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "It is public exposure," he managed to say, his voice tight with arousal.

John leaned back, his hand sliding away from the plug. "Okay," he murmured, his voice a gentle purr.

Nico took a deep breath, his eyes flicking around the diner. He felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment, but he knew he had made the right call. They were in a public place, after all.

John's gaze remained on him, his eyes filled with understanding. "We'll finish this at home," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble. "But for now, let's enjoy our breakfast."

The rest of the meal was a blur of sensations for Nico. The taste of the food, the smell of the diner, and the pressure of the plug all melded together into a symphony of desire. He felt like he was walking a tightrope, balancing between the mundane and the erotic. Every time someone looked their way, he wondered if they could see the evidence of his submission written on his face.

John kept up a steady stream of conversation, his voice low and calming, grounding Nico in reality. They talked about work, about the latest episode of their favorite show, about the weather—ordinary topics that seemed to carry an extra charge in the context of their shared secret. Nico found himself leaning into John's touch, craving the reassurance that he was okay, that this was okay.

As they finished their breakfast, John leaned in and whispered, "You've been such a good boy, Nico. I'm so proud of you."

Nico felt a warmth spread through him, his eyes dropping to the table. "Thank you," he murmured, the blush on his cheeks deepening.

" Can we go?" John asked, his voice a gentle rumble that sent a shiver down Nico's spine.

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving John's. "Yes," he murmured, his voice tight with anticipation.

As Nico stood up the plug fell out and all the cum ran down his legs, he sat down imedietaly, eyes briming with tears of embarrasment, trying to hide his face from the customers. John looked at him with a mix of shock and concern.

"Nico, are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.

Nico shook his head, burried in his hands. He murmured something John couldn't hear, his voice barely audible.

John leaned in, his eyes filled with concern. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble.

Nico's voice was muffled by his hands. "It fell out," he murmured, his head still burried in his hands.

John's eyes widened, his gaze dropping to Nico's crotch. Sure enough, the plug lay on the floor, a puddle of cum flowing down Nico's legs.

John's gaze darted around the diner, his heart racing as he realized the gravity of the situation. He took a deep breath and leaned in closer, whispering, "It's okay, baby. No one noticed." He quickly picked up the plug with a napkin, keeping his actions as discreet as possible.

The diners around them had noticed, a few glancing over with a mix of curiosity and disgust. An older man approached them, his face twisted in a scowl. "What the hell is going on here?" he barked.

John's heart raced, his mind scrambling for a cover story. He stood up, blocking Nico from view, and spoke in a calm but firm tone.

"It's nothing, sir," he said, his eyes meeting the older man's. "Just a little accident. We'll clean it up."

The man's scowl deepened, " Fucking freaks, fucking in public" he said, loud enough for the diner to hear, causing a murmur of agreement and disgust from the other patrons.

John's cheeks flushed with anger, but he remained calm, his priority was Nico's comfort. "It's not what you think," he began, but the man was already storming off.

John bend down and quickly dabbed at the cum with a stack of napkins. Nico's body was trembling with his sobs. John could feel the tension in the room, the judgmental stares of the other patrons.

He turned to Nico, his eyes filled with warmth and understanding. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice a gentle purr. "Let's go home."

Nico didn't move nor reacted in any way besides his shoulders trembling, John knew he had to act fast to get them out of this situation. He gently took Nico's hand and helped him up, whispering reassurances into his ear as they made their way to the exit. The diner had gone quiet, all eyes on them, but John focused solely on Nico, his hand firm and comforting as they stepped out into the cool morning air.

Once outside, Nico's sobs grew louder, his face buried in John's chest as he let out his embarrassment and fear. John held him tightly, stroking his hair and whispering soothing words, his heart breaking for his partner. "It's okay, baby," he murmured. "It's okay. We're going home now."

John led Nico back to their apartment, his eyes scanning the street for any signs of recognition from their diner encounter. They made it home without further incident, the quiet of their building offering a stark contrast to the tension of the diner.

Once inside, John guided Nico to the couch, holding him close as he whispered, "It's alright, baby. You're safe here." Nico's trembling slowly subsided, his sobs turning into quiet sniffs. John's hands moved from his shoulders to his face, gently wiping away the tears with his thumbs. "You're so brave for trying new things with me," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "I'm sorry that didn't go as planned."

Nico said nothing, he just got up and went to the bathroom slaming the doors behind him, leaving John in the living room, feeling like a complete asshole. He knew Nico needed time, so he gave it to him, pacing back and forth, trying to figure out how to make it right. After what felt like an eternity, the bathroom door finally opened and Nico emerged, going to his bedroom.

John followed him, his heart racing with a mix of fear and concern. He found Nico getting dress for work, his eyes red and puffy from crying, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment.

"Nico," he said softly, "can we talk about what happened?"

Nico's shoulders tensed, but he didn't turn around. "What's there to talk about?" he asked, his voice muffled.

John took a deep breath, stepping closer. "I know you're upset," he murmured, his voice a gentle purr. "But we need to communicate about this."

Nico paused, his hand hovering over his shirt. "I know it was not your fault" he admitted, his voice tight with emotion. " But I feel gross and on the verge of snapping at you and I don't want that " He said gathering things for work.

John's heart sank. He knew that Nico was right. They needed to talk, but he also knew that pushing him right now would only make things worse. "I understand," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble. "But when you're ready, I'm here."

He stepped back, giving Nico the space he needed. He watched as Nico finished getting dressed, his movements jerky and tense. "Do you need me to drive you to work?" he offered, his voice careful.

Nico nodded, his eyes still avoiding John's. "No" he murmured. "I can use the subway."

John's chest tightened with worry, but he knew it was important to respect Nico's boundaries. "Okay," he said, his voice gentle. "But if you need anything, just call me."

Nico nodded again, his eyes flicking to John's briefly before grabing his keys and leaving.

John felt like he had been punched in the gut. He had never seen Nico like this, so closed off and hurt. He knew he had to give him space, but the urge to fix things was overwhelming. He collapsed onto the bed, his mind racing with thoughts of what he could have done differently.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. John couldn't focus on work, his thoughts consumed by the events at the diner. He replayed the scene over and over in his head, trying to figure out where it had gone wrong. He knew they had both agreed to the public play, but he hadn't anticipated Nico's reaction to the unexpected.

Why did he not think of the plug falling of, he is Dom long enough to know that things like that can happen. He felt like the biggest failure. He picked up his phone and sent Nico a text. "Baby, if you need anything, call me. I'm here for you." He waited anxiously for a reply that never came. Hours dragged by, each one heavier than the last. The silence from Nico was deafening.

John tried to distract himself by cleaning in the dungeon, but every surface, every corner, reminded him of Nico's tears. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had crossed a line, that he had pushed Nico too far. His mind raced with scenarios of how he could make it up to him, but none of them seemed adequate.

As the evening approached, John's stomach knotted with anxiety. He didn't know if Nico would come home, or if he would even want to see him. He knew he had to give him space, but the distance felt like a chasm that was growing wider with every moment.

When he heard the key turn in the lock, his heart skipped a beat. Nico walked in, his eyes sharp and his shoulders slumped. John looked up from his spot on the couch, his heart in his throat.

"Hey," Nico said, his voice quiet.

John stood up, his eyes searching Nico's face for any signs of anger or resentment. "How was your day?" he asked tentatively.

Nico threw himself down on the couch, his eyes avoiding John's.

" This is stupid" Nico murmurred, " I know it wasn't your fault and we both agreed to it, logicaly I have no reason to be mad but I am and I still feel gross " Nico looked at John with a mix of anger and sadness.

John sat down beside him, his hand reaching out to gently brush against Nico's arm. "I understand," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "But you have every right to feel how you do."

Nico's eyes searched John's face, looking for something—understanding, perhaps, or maybe just reassurance that they were still okay. "I just... I don't know," he murmured, his voice tight with emotion.

John leaned in closer, his hand sliding up to Nico's shoulder. "You're not gross," he said firmly. "You're amazing, and I am sorry I put you in situation where you felt uncomfortable."

Nico's gaze was a storm of emotions, but he didn't pull away. "I know," he murmured. "But I can't help feeling like... like everyone knows."

John pulled Nico into a tight embrace, his hand rubbing soothing circles on his back. "They don't," he assured him.

Nico sighed, his body relaxing slightly into the embrace. "I know," he murmured. "But it's hard to shake off."

John held him close, his heart aching for the pain he had caused. "I'll do anything to make it right," he whispered, his voice a gentle rumble.

Nico took a deep, shaky breath, his body slowly relaxing against John's. "Just... hold me," he murmured, his voice tight with unshed tears.

John wrapped his arms around Nico, pulling him closer. "Always," he promised, his voice a gentle purr that seemed to resonate through Nico's entire being. They sat there for a long moment.

Nico's heart rate began to slow, his breathing evened out. The warmth of John's embrace was a salve to his bruised ego. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice muffled against John's chest.

John's arms tightened around him. "Of course," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "You know I'd do anything for you."

They sat there for a while longer, the tension slowly dissipating from Nico's body. Finally, he pulled back. "One day we can laughed at that, it is kinda funny" he murmured. "But for now my ego needs recovery"

John chuckled softly, the sound rumbling in his chest. "We'll get there," he promised, his eyes filled with warmth. "But for now, let's just focus on you."

Nico managed a small smile, his eyes meeting John's. "I know," he murmured. "But I'm just... embarrassed."

John cupped Nico's cheek, his thumb brushing against his cheeks. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about," he said firmly. "We're exploring new things together. Sometimes things don't go as planned."

" I do have something to be embarrassed about" Nico argued, " I sat in restaurant with your come oozing out of me in front of everyone, and the plug felt down so loud I am sure people in Africa heard that thud." Nico said dramatically.

John couldn't help but chuckle a little, "Okay, that part was a bit loud, but it's not the end of the world, Nico. And nobody knew what was happening, trust me." He leaned in and kissed Nico gently on the forehead.

" So we both are chosing to ignore that man that yelled at us" Nico groaned, putting his hands in the air and then letting them dramaticaly fall.

John chuckled a bit, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, we can pretend he was just really excited about his breakfast," he teased gently.

Nico couldn't help but smile a little, burying his face in John's chest. "You're terrible," he murmured, but the tension in his voice had eased.

Nico sat up abruptly, " Oh no, the poor workers that had to clean that" Nico fell face first in to John's lap, " Well, I am cop, so I should arrest myself for public exposure and sexual harrasement"

John's chuckle grew into a full laugh, the sound rumbling through the room and wrapping around Nico like a warm blanket.

"Come on," John said, gently lifting Nico's chin so he could look into his eyes. "Let's not make this a bigger deal than it is. We'll learn from it and move on. And if it makes you feel better I will take the full responsibility for the mess"

Nico's smile was weak, but it was a smile nonetheless. "Then I will arrest you" he murmured.

John's eyes sparkled with mirth. "Is that so?" he asked, his voice playful. "What's my punishment, officer?"

Nico's smile grew a little more genuine. "I think you need to be... thoroughly interrogated," he said, his voice dropping to a sultry murmur.

John's cock twitched at the suggestion, the mood in the room shifting. "Oh really?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "And what kind of interrogation are we talking about?"

Nico leaned back into the couch, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "The kind that involves a lot of... questioning," he murmured, his voice trailing off.

John's smile grew, his hand sliding down to Nico's thigh. "I see," he said, his voice a low purr. "And where does this interrogation take place?"

Nico's eyes lit up, the hint of playfulness returning. "In the bedroom," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper.

John's grip on Nico's thigh tightened, the warmth of his hand sending a thrill through Nico's body. "And what methods of interrogation do you intend to use?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble of interest.

Nico leaned in closer, his eyes dancing. "Whatever it takes to get the truth out of you," he murmured, his voice dropping to a sultry purr.

John's eyes darkened with desire, his hand sliding up to Nico's waist. "And what if I don't cooperate?" he asked, a hint of challenge in his tone.

Nico's smile grew, his voice dropping even lower. "Then I'll just have to use... alternative methods," he murmured, his hand sliding down to rest on John's growing bulge.

John's breath hitched, his eyes darkening with desire. Leading Nico to the bedroom.

Nico jumped in to the bed, "Come take care of your God, you have to repent for the ego of his that you have bruised." Nico stated.

John bursted out laughing, the tension of the day finally starting to ease. "Your highness commands and I shall obey," he said, his voice filled with affection and laughter. He joined Nico on the bed, his hands reaching for the fastenings of Nico's pants.

Nico's eyes widened a bit in surprise, but he didn't protest as John pulled his cock out. It was already half hard from their earlier play and the teasing banter. John leaned down and took it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip as Nico's hips bucked involuntarily.

Nico's laughter turned into a moan as John began to suck in earnest. The feeling of John's warm, wet mouth on him was heavenly, sending waves of pleasure crashing through his body. John's hands were everywhere, stroking and teasing, as he worked Nico's cock with expert precision.

John could feel Nico's arousal building, his hips rising to meet his mouth. He took his time, savoring every moment of their reconnections. Nico's moans grew louder, his breath coming in ragged gasps as John's tongue slid down his shaft and swirled around his balls.

John's hand reached up to gently cup Nico's cheek, turning his face so their eyes met. Nico's pupils were blown, his eyes glazed with lust and need. John's own desire grew, his cock straining against his pants.

" So, now you are a deity?" John chuckled.

Nico nodded, his eyes closed, lost in the pleasure of John's mouth on him. "I demand worship," he murmured, his voice a mix of teasing and desperation.

John's chuckle vibrated against Nico's cock, only increasing the sensation. He pulled back, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "As you wish," he murmured, and leaned in to kiss Nico deeply.

Their kiss was hot and needy, tongues sliding against each other in a silent promise of pleasure to come. Nico's hand found John's zipper, his trembling fingers pulling it down. John's cock sprang free, thick and hard, and Nico's eyes went wide with excitement.

John pulled away, his gaze dropping to Nico's eager face. "You're sure?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble of concern.

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving John's. "More than sure," he murmured, his voice a needy purr. "I want this."

John's eyes searched Nico's for any signs of hesitation, but all he saw was desire and trust. He leaned in again, capturing Nico's mouth in a searing kiss that seemed to go on forever. Their bodies melded together, the heat between them building until it was almost unbearable.

Nico put his mouth on John's cock, taking him in deep, his tongue swirling around the head, tasting the precum that had gathered there. John groaned, his hands sliding into Nico's hair, his grip tightening as Nico's mouth worked him. The sound of their moans filled the room, a symphony of desire that seemed to push away the memory of the diner incident.

John felt his orgasm building, his hips thrusting slightly, " Oh God." He murmured.

Nico pulled away, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes, your God is listening," he said, his hand stroking John's cock slowly.

John couldn't help but laughed, the playfulness in Nico's voice was infectious. He lay back on the bed, watching Nico jerk him off. "And what does my God demand of its devoted worshipper?" he asked, his voice a low purr.

Nico leaned over him, his eyes dark with desire. "Your God demands... everything," he murmured, his hand moving faster, his thumb pressing into the sensitive spot just beneath the head of John's cock. " But for now, just come for your Highness"

John's breath hitched, his eyes closing as the pleasure built. He felt Nico's hand tighten around him, the friction perfect. He could feel his orgasm approaching, a wave of heat building in his belly.

With a final groan, John came, his hips bucking as ropes of cum shot out, painting Nico's chest and face. Nico watched him with a mix of satisfaction and love, his hand continuing to pump John's cock until the last spasm passed.

John's eyes snapped open, his chest heaving with the aftermath of his climax. He looked down at Nico, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble.

Nico leaned in and licked the cum off John's stomach, his eyes never leaving John's. "My pleasure," he murmured, his voice a seductive purr.

John's cock twitched at the sensation, his body still humming with pleasure. "Your turn," he said, his voice a gentle command.

Nico nodded, his eyes still holding John's as he leaned back on the bed, his legs spreading slightly. John took his time, his eyes traveling down Nico's body, drinking in the sight of his lover's desire. He reached out and lightly traced the head of Nico's cock with his fingertip, watching as it grew harder beneath his touch.

John leaned down and kissed Nico's thigh, his mouth moving closer and closer to Nico's cock. Nico's breath caught in his throat, his body taut with anticipation. When John's lips finally closed around the head of his cock, Nico let out a long, shuddering sigh.

John took his time, teasing Nico with slow, languid strokes of his tongue. He felt Nico's body begin to respond, his cock growing harder and thicker in his mouth. He knew that Nico was close, but he didn't want to rush him. He wanted this to be perfect, a way to show Nico that their connection was stronger than any awkward moment they might have shared.

Nico's hands found John's hair, his grip tightening as John took him deeper. The sounds of their breathing filled the room, the only soundtrack to their intimate dance of dominance and submission. John felt Nico's thighs tremble, his body tensing up as he approached climax.

With one final stroke, Nico's cock erupted, spurting cum into John's mouth. John swallowed it all, his eyes never leaving Nico's as he did so. Nico's eyes rolled back in his head, a soundless cry of pleasure escaping his lips. The warmth of John's mouth and the sensation of his throat closing around him was almost too much to handle.

As the last of his orgasm faded, Nico collapsed back onto the bed, his body limp and sated. John pulled away, a content smile playing on his lips. "See?" he murmured, his voice a gentle purr. "Everything's okay."

Nico nodded, his chest heaving with deep, satisfied breaths. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice a hoarse whisper. "I needed that."

John kissed Nico's thigh gently before sitting up, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "We're in this together," he said, his voice a gentle rumble of assurance. "Whether it's in the dungeon or at the diner, we face it together."

Nico's smile was a little shaky, but it was a smile nonetheless. "Thank you," he murmured, his eyes still glazed with pleasure.

John wiped a stray tear from Nico's cheek, his own eyes filled with love and concern. "We'll always work through it," he promised, his voice a warm caress. "No matter what happens, we'll find our way back to each other."

Nico's smile grew a little more genuine, his eyes meeting John's. "Thank you" he murmured.

John leaned in and kissed Nico softly, tasting the salt of his tears. "You're welcome," he whispered, his voice a gentle rumble of reassurance.

" I was thinking into investing in butt cushion" Nico said seriously.

John couldn't help but laugh, the sound a warm, rich rumble that seemed to fill the room. "A butt cushion, huh?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

Nico nodded, his own smile growing. "It's not funny," he protested, but his voice was light, the tension of the day finally dissipating. "But on seriouss note, my ass realy hurts and I don't know if it is because of the plug or my body just refuses to adjust to your stamina."

John's eyes crinkled with amusement, his hand gently rubbing Nico's back. "I'll take that as a compliment," he murmured. "And I'll make sure to get you the best butt cushion money can buy."

Nico snorted, his face flushing slightly. "It's not funny," he protested, but the smile on his face belied his words.

John chuckled, his eyes filled with affection. "Okay, okay," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "Let's get you cleaned up and pampered, shall we?"

Nico nodded, his smile growing. "That sounds heavenly," he murmured.

John helped Nico to his feet, leading him to the bathroom. He started the water for a bath, filling it with a decadent bubble bath that filled the room with the scent of lavender and vanilla. As the tub filled, he turned to Nico, his eyes filled with warmth. "Let me take care of you," he murmured, his voice a gentle command.

Nico nodded, allowing John to help him into the tub, the warm water enveloping him like a lover's embrace. John followed, his strong hands guiding Nico to sit between his legs. He began to wash Nico's body, his touch gentle but firm, as if he was trying to scrub away the memory of the day's embarrassment along with the sweat and cum.

John's hands were warm and soothing, his touch gliding over Nico's skin as if he was worshipping every inch of him. Nico leaned back against John's chest, his eyes closing as he felt the tension in his body begin to melt away. John's chest was a wall of comfort behind him, his breaths steady and calming against his neck.

" You are amazing, you know" John whispered, his hands continuing to glide over Nico's skin, the warm water adding to the sensation.

Nico leaned his head back against John's shoulder, closing his eyes. "Yeah, I heard that one" he murmured, his voice filled with contentment.

John chuckled, his hands never stopping their ministrations. "I'll never get tired of saying it," he said, his voice a warm promise.

Nico's eyes fluttered open, looking up at John with a soft smile. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice filled with emotion. "I love you, you know, and you mean so much to me"

John leaned in and kissed the top of Nico's head, his hands still moving in gentle circles on Nico's chest. "I love you too," he said, his voice a warm rumble. "And I'm here for you, always."

Nico nodded, his eyes closing again as John's words washed over him. The warm water and gentle touches were like a balm to his soul, easing away the last vestiges of his embarrassment. He felt John's cock harden against his back, and a thrill shot through him.

" Do you feel apriciated by me?" Nico asked, " Because I know that I say that but I don't think I am doing enough to prove it. I don't want you to think that I am not seriouss about us"

John's hands stilled on Nico's chest, his expression growing serious. "Nico, you don't have to do anything to prove how much you care," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "Your willingness to explore and grow with me is all the proof I need."

Nico's smile was soft, his eyes searching John's. "I just want you to know that I'm in this with you," he murmured. "I want to make sure you're happy and satisfied."

John's hands paused in their movements, his gaze intense. "You do that every single day," he said, his voice a gentle caress. "Just by being you, Nico, you make me happier than I ever thought possible."

Nico's heart swelled at the sincerity in John's voice, his eyes closing as he leaned back into the embrace. The warmth of the water and John's touch seemed to soothe his soul, erasing the memory of the awkward diner encounter.

"You're everything I could ever want," John whispered, his hands sliding down to cup Nico's ass. Nico couldn't help but arch into the touch, his body craving more of John's affection.

John's hands gently squeezed Nico's cheeks before one slipped between them, his finger sliding into Nico's hole. Nico's eyes shot open, his breath catching in his throat as John's digit began to move, sending waves of pleasure through him.

"John," Nico gasped, his body responding to the sudden intrusion.

John's eyes met Nico's in the steamy mirror above the tub, a smoldering intensity in his gaze. "You like that?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

Nico nodded, his breath coming in short gasps as John's finger moved in and out of him. "Yes," he murmured, his eyes glazed with lust.

John's smile was a mix of love and hunger as he watched Nico's reactions in the mirror. He added a second finger, scissoring them open, stretching him gently. Nico's body responded, his cock growing hard again despite the recent release. "You're so beautiful," John murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Nico's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, but he didn't protest as John's fingers worked him open. The sensation was strange yet incredibly arousing. "I want you," he breathed, his voice shaky with need.

John's eyes never left Nico's in the mirror, his own desire clear in his gaze. "And you'll have me," he promised, his voice a seductive purr. He slid his fingers out of Nico's ass, reaching for the lube they kept on the bathroom counter. Nico watched in the mirror as John coated his cock, the sight making his own cock throb with anticipation.

John positioned Nico, turning him slightly so that he was straddling his thighs, his cock poised at Nico's entrance. Nico took a deep breath, his body tense with excitement. John leaned in and kissed him, his tongue sliding into Nico's mouth as he began to push into him. Nico moaned into the kiss, his body opening up to accept John's thick length.

The feeling was intense, a mix of pleasure and pain that had Nico's toes curling. John was gentle, his movements slow and deliberate, giving Nico's body time to adjust. Nico's eyes never left the mirror, watching as John filled him up, his own cock bobbing with each thrust. The sight was almost too much, a heady mix of desire and vulnerability that had him gripping the edges of the tub.

John's hand slid around to wrap around Nico's cock, his strokes matching the rhythm of his hips. Nico's moans grew louder, his hips moving in time with John's. He could feel his orgasm building, a tight coil in his belly that threatened to unravel at any moment.

John's other hand found Nico's nipple, pinching it lightly, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to Nico's cock. Nico's eyes rolled back in his head, his breath coming in ragged gasps as John's fingers danced over his sensitive flesh.

John's strokes grew faster, his hips pumping up to meet Nico's downward movements. Nico's moans grew louder, filling the small bathroom with the sweet sound of their love. The water sloshed around them, the bubbles popping against their skin as they moved together in a rhythm that was all their own.

John could feel Nico's muscles tightening around him, the tension in his body building to a crescendo. He knew Nico was close, his own orgasm just a breath away. He pinched Nico's nipple a little harder, and Nico's eyes shot open, his breath hitching in his throat.

"Come for me," John murmured, his voice a command that resonated through Nico's body.

Nico's eyes locked with John's in the mirror, the intensity of the moment almost too much to bear. He threw his head back, his mouth open in a silent scream as he came, the pleasure tearing through him like a storm. John's hand continued to work his cock, milking every drop from him until he was boneless, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his climax.

John's own orgasm was swift and powerful, his cock pulsing inside Nico as he filled him with hot, thick cum. He groaned, his hips stuttering as he tried to hold back, but the feel of Nico's tight heat around him was too much. They came together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as the tension of the day washed away in a flood of pleasure.

As they both caught their breath, John leaned in to kiss Nico again, his hand still gently stroking Nico's sensitive cock. "I love you," he murmured, the words a gentle promise against Nico's swollen lips.

Nico's eyes searched John's, the love and trust in them unmistakable. "I love you too," he murmured back, his voice a soft purr of contentment.

John's hand didn't stop moving, his gentle strokes keeping Nico's cock hard and sensitive. "Let's just stay here forever," Nico whispered, his head lolling back against John's shoulder.

John chuckled, the sound rumbling through Nico's body. "As tempting as that sounds, we'll eventually run out of hot water," he said, his voice a warm caress. Nico pouted, but the protest was half-hearted. He knew John was right, but the thought of leaving this warm, safe bubble was almost too much to bear.

They took their time, the water growing cooler around them, their bodies still entwined. Finally, John pulled out, his cock slipping from Nico's ass with a wet sound that had them both shivering. "Let's get out," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble. "We'll order in and have a quiet night in."

Nico nodded, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. He allowed John to help him out of the tub, his legs wobbly from the intense orgasm. John wrapped a towel around him, his own body gleaming with water and desire. They dried off, the silence between them comfortable and filled with a sense of shared understanding.

John ordered their favorite takeout, something spicy and exotic that they could enjoy while lounging in bed. Nico lay on the soft sheets, his body still feeling the delicious ache from their bathroom escapade. The smell of the food wafted through the apartment, mingling with the scent of their love and the lingering scent of their bath products.

They ate in silence, the occasional clink of chopsticks on plates the only sound in the room. Nico felt a warmth in his chest, a feeling of belonging and contentment that was new and incredibly potent. He watched John, the way his eyes lit up with each bite, the way his mouth moved as he chewed, the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed. It was like watching a masterpiece come to life, and Nico couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.

After dinner, John suggested a movie, something mindless to distract them from the day's events. Nico agreed, eager to lose himself in the fictional world of heroes and villains, of love and loss. They snuggled under the blankets, John's strong arms around him, holding him tight. The film played out on the screen, but Nico's mind was elsewhere, replaying the moments in the bathroom, the feeling of John inside him, the way his body had responded so beautifully.

The movie ended and the credits began to roll, but Nico didn't move. He felt John's hand on his thigh, gently stroking the sensitive skin. "What's on your mind?" John's voice was a soft rumble in the darkness.

Nico took a deep breath, his heart racing. "Just thinking about much you mean to me" he murmured.

John's hand stilled on Nico's thigh, his thumb continuing to trace lazy circles. "And what do I mean to you?" he asked, his voice a gentle coax.

Nico swallowed, his eyes focusing on the darkened TV screen. "Everything," he murmured. "You're my anchor, my safe place. You're the one who understands me, who pushes me to be better, who... loves me even when I'm a mess and mad at you, how kind you are to me."

John's arms tightened around him, his lips brushing against Nico's ear. "And you, my love, are my muse, my challenge, my everything," he whispered. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Nico felt a warmth spread through him, a warmth that had nothing to do with the blankets or the leftover heat from their bath. It was a warmth that came from within, from the knowledge that he was loved and cherished. He turned in John's embrace, their eyes meeting in the dim light of the room.

"I'm sorry for earlier," Nico murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "For running off like that after we came back from the diner"

John's thumb continued to stroke Nico's thigh, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "You don't have to apologize," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "We're learning together, and sometimes things don't go as planned. What's important is that we talked about it and moved past it."

Nico nodded, his eyes searching John's. "I just don't want to ever ruin this," he murmured, his voice raw with vulnerability.

John's eyes softened, his hand moving to cup Nico's cheek. "You couldn't if you tried," he said, his voice a gentle promise. "We're in this together, and we'll face whatever comes our way."

Nico leaned into the touch, a small smile playing on his lips. "Thank you," he murmured. " But we have to avoid that diner like it carries a plauge."

John chuckled, his grip on Nico tightening briefly. "Agreed," he said, his voice filled with amusement.

Nico felt John's cock begin to harden against his ass, the pressure a comforting reminder of their earlier intimacy.

Nico couldn't help himself and started laughing, the sound a little shaky but genuine. "God how can you be hard again, where do you turn off" his voice light and teasing.

John's chuckle vibrated through his chest, the sound a comforting rumble that resonated through Nico's body. "It's all your fault," he murmured, his hand sliding down to cup Nico's ass. "You're just too tempting."

Nico rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face was real. He knew John was teasing, but the feeling of John's cock against him was anything but funny. It sent a thrill of excitement through him, his own cock beginning to stir. "Well, I guess I'll have to keep you satisfied then," he said, his voice a playful purr.

John's hand squeezed Nico's ass, his fingers digging in just enough to make Nico gasp. "Is that a promise?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.

Nico bit his bottom lip, his eyes dark with desire. "Always," he murmured, his voice a soft invitation.

John's hand slid around to the front of Nico's body, his fingers finding Nico's hardening cock. He stroked it gently, his eyes never leaving Nico's in the dim light. "Good," he said, his voice a warm purr. "Because I plan on taking full advantage of that promise."

Nico's breath hitched as John's hand tightened around his cock, his strokes growing firmer. "John," he murmured, his voice a plea for more.

John's eyes never left Nico's, his own desire burning bright. "Tell me what you want," he said, his voice a seductive whisper.

Nico's cheeks flushed, his eyes glazed with lust. "I want," he breathed, his hips pushing back into John's hand. "I want to suck you off and then made out with you,"

John's hand paused, his eyes darkening with desire. "Is that all?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

Nico's eyes searched John's, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," he murmured.

John's smile was wicked, his hand continuing to stroke Nico's cock. "And after that?" he prompted, his voice a velvet whisper that sent shivers down Nico's spine.

Nico's eyes fluttered closed, his breath hitching. "After that," he murmured, his voice a soft purr, "I want you to carrie me to bed and sleep"

John's strokes grew slower, his thumb swiping over the head of Nico's cock, spreading the precum that had gathered there.

"Mm, I like the sound of that," he murmured, his voice a seductive rumble. "But first, I think you've earned a little reward for being such a good boy today."

Nico's eyes snapped open, his breath catching in his throat. "Reward?" he asked, his voice a hopeful whine.

John's smile grew, his hand moving away from Nico's cock to trace a line down his belly. "Mmhmm," he murmured, his voice a gentle hum of approval. "You've been so good, letting me take care of you, being honest about your feelings."

Nico's heart raced, his body eager for whatever John had in mind. He watched as John's hand moved lower, his fingers brushing against Nico's sensitive skin before sliding back up to his cock. He wrapped his hand around Nico's length again, his strokes slow and deliberate. Nico's hips moved in response, his breath hitching with each touch.

John leaned in, his breath hot against Nico's ear. "Do you know how much you turn me on?" he whispered, his voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down Nico's spine.

Nico's eyes rolled back, his cock jumping in John's hand. "What does turn you on about me," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

John leaned in closer, his teeth grazing Nico's earlobe. "Everything," he whispered, his breath hot against Nico's skin. "Your willingness to submit, the way you trust me with your body, the sounds you make when I touch you, how you look when coming." His words were like a spell, weaving a net of desire around Nico that made him feel cherished and desired beyond measure.

Nico's eyes fluttered closed, his body responding to John's touch and words. He could feel the pressure building again, his cock swelling in John's hand. "John," he moaned, his voice a plea for more.

John's strokes grew faster, his thumb pressing down on the sensitive spot just beneath the head of Nico's cock. "Come for me," he murmured, his voice a command that had Nico's body obeying without question. Nico's hips bucked upward, his orgasm ripping through him in a hot wave that left him trembling and gasping for air.

John's eyes never left Nico's, watching the pleasure play out across his features. He milked Nico's cock through his climax, his own arousal growing with each moan and tremor that passed through Nico's body. When Nico finally went still, John leaned in to kiss him, a gentle, loving kiss that spoke volumes without words.

"Thank you," Nico murmured against John's lips, his voice still shaky with aftershocks of pleasure.

John's smile was soft and affectionate as he pulled back, his hand still resting on Nico's rapidly slowing heart. "You're welcome, baby," he said, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate through Nico's very bones.

Nico leaned into the kiss, his body still humming with pleasure. He could feel John's cock, still hard and insistent against him, "Your turn," he murmured, his voice a little hoarse from his own climax.

"Mm, I'd like that," John murmured, his voice a low rumble of need.

Nico's eyes searched John's, his own desire clear. He reached back, his hand wrapping around John's cock, stroking it in time with his own still-racing heartbeat. John's eyes fell shut, his breath hitching as Nico's hand moved up and down his shaft.

Nico took him in his mouth, the warmth and wetness a stark contrast to the cool air of the room. John's eyes flew open, his hips jerking at the sudden, intense pleasure. He hissed through his teeth, his eyes locking with Nico's. Nico's eyes were dark with lust, his cheeks hollowed out as he sucked John's cock with a hunger that was almost desperate.

John's hand found the back of Nico's head, guiding him, setting the pace that he liked. Nico took it all, his throat working around John's length, his tongue swirling around the head with practiced ease. John's breathing grew ragged, his hips pushing into Nico's mouth as he fought the urge to come.

"That's it," John groaned, his voice tight with pleasure. "Take it all, baby."

Nico's eyes watered, but he didn't pull away. He was lost in the act, his own arousal building as he tasted John's need. He could feel John's hand tightening in his hair, guiding him faster, deeper, until John's cock was hitting the back of his throat with each stroke. The salty taste of precum was intoxicating, making Nico's own cock throb with anticipation.

Nico came untouched, still sucking John, John groaned when he realised Nico came from the sheer pleasure of giving him a blowjob. He knew he wouldn't last much longer. "I'm going to cum," he warned, his voice strained.

Nico's eyes widened with excitement, his mouth moving faster, eager to taste John's release. John's body tensed, his hips jerking as he came, filling Nico's mouth with hot, thick cum. Nico swallowed, his eyes never leaving John's as he took everything John had to give.

John's hand in Nico's hair loosened, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck," he murmured, his voice a mix of satisfaction and awe. Nico pulled back, a smug smile playing on his lips as he licked them clean.

"You liked that?" Nico asked, his voice a playful purr.

John's eyes snapped open, his chest heaving. "More than you know," he said, his voice still thick with lust. He leaned in to kiss Nico, his hand sliding down to cup the back of Nico's neck, pulling him closer. The kiss was deep and hungry, a silent declaration of his love and need.

Nico moaned into John's mouth, feeling the last of his own orgasm pulse through him as John's cock twitched in on his leg. He pulled away, a string of cum connecting them briefly before breaking, leaving a sticky trail on Nico's chin. He giggled, the sound light and happy.

John chuckled, his eyes shining with affection as he leaned in to lick the remnants from Nico's skin. "What's so funny?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble.

Nico's cheeks flushed, his smile widening. "Just the thought of us, you know? Doing this, together," he murmured, his voice a soft confession.

John's eyes softened, his thumb tracing the line of Nico's jaw. "It's pretty amazing, isn't it?" he asked, his voice a gentle caress.

Nico nodded, his eyes shining with happiness. "It's more than I ever dreamed of," he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

John's smile grew, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "Me too," he said, his voice a low rumble of agreement. "And we're just getting started."

Nico's heart skipped a beat at the promise in John's words. He leaned into the kiss, his body melting into John's embrace. They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breathing slowly returning to normal. The warmth of their love surrounded them, a bubble that was all their own.

John's hand trailed down Nico's body, his fingers tracing the contours of his chest, his stomach, before finally coming to rest on his still-sensitive cock. Nico's eyes shot open, his breath hitching at the sudden touch. "Again?" he gasped, his voice filled with both surprise and excitement.

John chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Always," he murmured, his voice a seductive promise. He leaned in to kiss Nico again, his tongue delving deep, claiming Nico's mouth as if it was his own.

When they pulled off, John carried Nico to the bedroom, his arms strong and sure around his waist. Nico felt like a treasure being claimed, a feeling that sent his pulse racing. He laid Nico on the bed, his eyes raking over the beautiful mess of pleasure that was painted on his features. "You're so beautiful," John murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Nico's cheeks flushed, his eyes dropping to the bed. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice still a little shaky from his orgasm.

John's smile was gentle as he bent to kiss Nico's forehead. "You don't have to thank me for loving you," he said, his voice a soft rumble.

Nico's eyes searched John's, his chest tightening with emotion. "I know," he murmured, his voice a little hoarse. "But I can't help it. It's just... you make me feel so much."

John's expression grew serious, his eyes filled with love and a hint of hunger. "And you make me feel so much too," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. He leaned in to kiss Nico again, his hand sliding down to cup his cheek. "Now, let's get you cleaned up and into bed," he murmured, his voice a warm promise.

"We are already in bed, and I don't realy feel like going through it all again " Nico said with a tired smile, his eyes dropping to the mess they had created.

John chuckled, his eyes full of understanding. "Good point," he murmured, his hand sliding down to cup Nico's ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Let's just snuggle then," he said, his voice a soft invitation.

Nico nodded, his eyes closing as John's warmth enveloped him. They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in sync. The only sounds in the room were their soft breaths and the occasional rustle of the sheets.

John's hand moved down Nico's body, his fingertips tracing the path of his spine, sending shivers down his back. Nico arched into the touch.

John couldn't believe Nico was his, not just in that moment, but forever. He had never felt such a profound connection with anyone, and the way Nico's body responded to his every touch was a constant reminder of the power of their bond. As Nico snuggled closer, John felt a fierce protectiveness surge through him, a need to cherish and adore this man who had so bravely opened himself up to him.

Silent tears were falling down John's cheeks, he was never happier than he was right now, Nico had no idea the extent of his love and care. He had never felt so cherished, so wanted. John's hand stopped its journey down Nico's spine, instead, he wrapped his arms around him and held him tightly. The warmth of John's embrace was like a cocoon, a safe haven from the outside world. Nico's breathing evened out, and his eyes grew heavy with sleep.

John felt Nico's body relax into his, his breathing deepening as he drifted off. He kissed the top of Nico's head, his heart swelling with love and contentment. He didn't know what the future held for them, but he knew that as long as they had each other, they could face anything. The weight of the day's events lifted from his shoulders, and John felt a peace that he hadn't known in a long time.

The mint scent from Nico's hair shampoo, mixed with the faint musk of their shared arousal, filled John's nose as he held Nico close. The warmth of their bodies melded together, a silent promise of forever in the quiet of their home. Nico's gentle snores grew rhythmic, his breathing deep and even. John felt a swell of emotion, his chest tight with the overwhelming love for this man who had become his everything.

John couldn't believe how much he loved the detective, his little God, his treasure. He felt his heart swell as Nico's warmth and weight settled into him, their limbs tangling in a dance of comfort and love. The darkness of the room was pierced only by the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting a silver hue over their forms. The silence was a balm to his soul, a gentle reminder that no matter what challenges the world threw at them, they had each other.

The realisation of how much he loves Nico was terryfing for John, it was a love so profound and intense that it sometimes scared him. He knew that he would do anything for Nico, anything to keep him safe and happy. As he held Nico in his arms, John felt a deep sense of responsibility and a fierce determination to be the best partner he could be.

John's thoughts drifted to their future together. He knew that Nico was the one he wanted to grow old with, to experience life's highs and lows, to laugh and cry with. The thought brought a smile to his lips.

He kissed Nico's forehead, his hand sliding down to rest on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breaths. Nico stirred, nuzzling closer, a soft sound of contentment escaping his lips.

In the morning, the sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over their entwined forms. Nico stirred, his eyes fluttering open to find John watching him with a soft smile. He blinked sleepily, his body still languid from their passionate night.

"Good morning," John murmured, his voice a gentle caress that had Nico's heart skipping a beat.

Nico stretched, his body protesting slightly from the intense night of exploration. "Morning," he mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep.

John's smile was warm as he leaned in to kiss Nico's forehead. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble.

Nico's eyes searched John's, his expression a mix of contentment and slight embarrassment. "Good," he murmured, his voice still a little hoarse from their earlier activities. "A little sore, but good."

John reached out caressing Nico's cheek and touching his nose, his thumb brushing the tip playfully. "You're so adorable when you're all sleepy," he said, his voice filled with affection.

Nico couldn't help but blush, his heart skipping a beat at the tenderness in John's gaze. "Thanks," he murmured, his voice still a little rough from sleep.

John's hand trailed down to Nico's chin, tilting it up for a gentle kiss. "Ready for another day of adventure?" he asked, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down Nico's spine.

Nico nodded, his eyes still sleepy but filled with excitement. "Always," he murmured, his voice a little shaky with anticipation.

John's smile grew, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Good," he said, his voice a gentle rumble that sent a thrill through Nico's body. He leaned in to kiss Nico again, their tongues sliding together in a slow, lazy dance that spoke of the leisurely morning ahead.

Nico's arms wound around John's neck, pulling him closer. He could feel John's cock growing hard against his stomach, a promise of more pleasure to come. John's hand slid down to cup Nico's ass, his fingers digging in slightly as he deepened the kiss. Nico moaned into John's mouth, his body responding eagerly to the touch.

John broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. "I want you I want my little God," he murmured, his voice a low growl.

Nico's cheeks flushed at the pet name, his cock already responding to John's words. He nodded, his eyes wide with excitement. "I'm yours," he whispered, his voice a soft invitation.

John's eyes lit up with hunger as he pushed Nico onto his back, his body covering him like a warm blanket. He kissed Nico's neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he moved down to suck on his collarbone. Nico's breath hitched, his body arching up into the touch.

John's hand moved between their bodies, his fingertips tracing the line of Nico's cock, which was already starting to harden again. Nico's eyes rolled back in his head, a soft moan escaping his lips. John's mouth followed the trail of his hand, his tongue swirling around the tip of Nico's cock, teasing him with feather-light touches.

John started sucking hickeys inside Nico's thighs, his tongue flicking against the sensitive skin as he went. Nico's moans grew louder, his hips jerking upward, silently begging for more. John's hand moved to wrap around Nico's cock, stroking it in time with the suction of his mouth. The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that had Nico's toes curling.

"John," Nico gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head. "John, I'm going to... "

John's hand tightened around Nico's cock, his mouth moving faster, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. Nico's body tensed, his breath coming in pants as he felt his orgasm build. John's eyes never left Nico's, watching the pleasure play out across his face with a fierce intensity that had Nico's heart racing.

"Cum for me," John murmured, his voice a dark command that sent Nico over the edge. Nico's body bucked, his cock pulsing as he came, his cum spilling into John's mouth. John swallowed it down, his eyes never leaving Nico's as he continued to stroke him through the aftershocks of his climax.

Nico's moans grew softer, his body going limp with satisfaction. John pulled away, his eyes gleaming with hunger as he took in the mess he had made. He leaned in to kiss Nico, sharing the taste of him, their tongues dancing together in a silent promise of more to come.

John's hand slid down to Nico's cock, which was already starting to harden again. "Insatiable," he murmured, his voice a mix of amazement and affection.

Nico's cheeks flushed, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned into John's touch, his body craving more of the pleasure that only John could give him. "I can't help it," he whispered, his voice a little shaky. "You make me feel so good."

John's smile grew, his eyes darkening with desire. "And I plan to keep making you feel good," he murmured, his voice a seductive promise. He began to stroke Nico's cock again, his hand sure and firm. Nico's hips rolled into the touch, his body already responding.

John leaned in to kiss Nico's neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. Nico's breath hitched, his eyes fluttering shut. The sensation was exquisite, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain that had him craving more. John's mouth moved down, his tongue tracing the line of Nico's collarbone before continuing its descent to his chest.

Nico's moans grew louder as John's mouth found his nipples, teasing them with gentle bites and flicks of his tongue. His hand stroked John's cock in return, feeling it harden against his palm. The rhythm grew more urgent, their bodies moving in a silent symphony of desire.

John reached for the lube, his eyes never leaving Nico's. He slicked up his cock, the anticipation making him tremble slightly. Nico's eyes widened as John positioned himself, his cock poised at Nico's entrance. "Ready?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble.

Nico nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "Yes," he murmured, his voice a soft whimper of need.

John pushed in slowly, watching Nico's face for any sign of pain. Nico's eyes squeezed shut as John filled him, his body stretching to accommodate his lover's thickness. The feeling was intense, a delicious burn that had him gripping the sheets.

"Breathe, baby," John murmured, his voice a soothing balm that had Nico's eyes fluttering open. He took a deep breath, letting it out in a slow hiss as John's cock slid home.

John waited, giving Nico's body time to adjust to the intrusion. His eyes searched Nico's, looking for any sign of discomfort. Nico's pupils were blown wide, his cheeks flushed, but the look in his eyes was pure want. "Good?" John asked, his voice a gentle rumble.

Nico nodded, his voice a little breathless. "Yeah," he murmured. "More."

John's eyes lit up with excitement, his hips moving to give Nico what he wanted. He began to thrust in and out, his movements slow and deliberate, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through Nico's body. Nico's moans grew louder, his eyes never leaving John's, the connection between them palpable.

John's hand found Nico's cock again, his strokes matching the rhythm of his hips. Nico's body responded eagerly, his cock growing harder with each touch. He reached up to kiss John, their tongues dancing together as their bodies moved in unison.

Their love making was a silent conversation, each touch and kiss speaking of their deep love and trust. Nico's moans grew more urgent as John picked up the pace, his cock sliding in and out of Nico's tight heat. John's hand tightened around Nico's shaft, his thumb pressing against the sensitive spot just under the head.

Nico's body tightened, his orgasm building like a storm in his belly. "John," he gasped, his voice a desperate plea. "Johny, I'm going to cum."

John's eyes never left Nico's, his strokes growing faster, his hips pounding into him with a fierce need. "Do it," he murmured, his voice a gentle command. "Cum for me, baby."

Nico's body responded, his cock spurting hot cum between them as John continued to pump into him. The feeling was overwhelming, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. John's thrusts grew erratic, his own orgasm close behind.

John's eyes closed, his head thrown back as he let out a roar of pleasure, his cock pulsing as he came inside Nico. Nico's eyes rolled back in his head, his body shuddering with the force of his climax. They lay there, panting and spent, their hearts racing in time with each other's.

After a moment, John pulled out, his cock still hard and slick with cum. He reached over to the side of the bed, grabbing a towel to clean them both up. Nico watched him, his chest heaving, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure.

John leaned in to kiss Nico, his breath warm and minty. "Thank you," Nico murmured against his lips, his eyes shining with love and gratitude. " I think you deserve your cock sucked for this"

John chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Always eager to serve," he said, his voice a gentle tease. He rolled onto his back, his cock still hard and pulsing. Nico slid down, his mouth watering at the sight. He licked the head, savoring the taste of their combined release.

John's hand found Nico's hair, his grip tightening as Nico took him into his mouth. The sensation was heavenly, a perfect blend of familiarity and excitement. Nico's tongue swirled around the tip, tasting every inch of John's cock before taking him deep again. John's hips jerked, his breath catching in his throat.

Their eyes met, John's dark with need, Nico's shimmering with love and hunger. Nico's mouth moved in a silent testament of his dedication to John's pleasure, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked with enthusiasm. John's hand guided Nico's head, setting a pace that had him on the edge of his own climax.

Nico's eyes never left John's, watching the play of emotions across his face, reading his body language like a book. He knew exactly when John was close, and when he was just enjoying the moment. The power of giving pleasure to the man he adored was intoxicating, and Nico reveled in it.

John's grip tightened in Nico's hair, his hips bucking upward slightly as he neared the edge. Nico felt the tension in John's body, the way his abs tensed and his toes curled. He knew that John was close, so he swallowed around the thick shaft, taking him deeper into his throat.

John's eyes rolled back in his head, a strangled moan escaping his lips. "Nico," he breathed, his voice tight with need. "Nico, I'm... "

Nico felt the warmth of John's release flood his mouth, his cock pulsing with each spurt of cum. He swallowed eagerly, never breaking eye contact, his own cock hardening again at the sight of John's pleasure. John's body went slack, his hand falling away from Nico's hair as he panted for breath.

Nico pulled off with a wet pop, his mouth glistening with cum. He licked his lips, a smug smile playing on them. "Good?" he asked, his voice teasing.

John nodded, his chest heaving. "Fuck, yes," he murmured, his eyes still closed in bliss. "So good."

Nico's smile grew, his heart swelling with pride. He knew he was good at giving head, but the way John reacted to him was something else entirely. He leaned in to kiss John's stomach, his tongue flicking out to taste the remnants of their shared pleasure. John's hand stroked his hair, the touch gentle and soothing.

"My God," John murmured, his voice still hoarse from his orgasm. "You're incredible."

Nico blushed, his cheeks burning with pleasure at the praise. He felt a renewed sense of pride in his ability to bring John to such heights of pleasure. They lay there, their bodies tangled together, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the room.

" Will you be at the station today as well?" John asked as they lay together, their bodies still entwined from their passionate lovemaking. Nico's eyes searched John's, a hint of apprehension in his gaze.

"Yes," Nico replied, his voice a little shaky. "But before that I have to apologize to one Dominatrixx.

John's eyes widened in surprise. "What? Why?"

Nico took a deep breath, his heart racing. "Because my own biases influenced the investigation" he confessed.

John's hand stilled on Nico's back, his eyes searching. "What do you mean?"

Nico sat up, his expression serious. "I didn't treat her fairly because of my own hang-ups about BDSM. I was too focused on the 'wrongness' of it all, instead of the actual facts. And I treated the real bad person kindly"

John's eyes narrowed, his grip on Nico's shoulders tightening slightly. "What are you talking about?"

Nico took a deep breath, his eyes meeting John's. "At one club there was suspission of buying people that are trafficked for Dominants."

John's expression grew serious, his eyes searching Nico's. "And?"

Nico swallowed hard. "I treated her the same way I do when I think someone is trafficker or hurting people in that way"

John's eyes searched Nico's, his expression unreadable. "But she wasn't?"

Nico shook his head, his voice a little shaky. "No, she wasn't. It was actually one of the submissives of hers that was the pimp, she had no idea. I have remorse, now"

John's eyes searched Nico's, a hint of understanding dawning in his gaze. "Nico," he murmured, his voice gentle. "You can't beat yourself up over this. You're human, and you make mistakes."

Nico nodded, his eyes downcast. "I know," he murmured. "But it's my job to be better than that. To not let my personal biases get in the way. Doms bad, subs good"

John pulled him closer, his arms wrapping around Nico's waist. "You're learning," he whispered. "And that's what matters. We all have to face our biases, and you're doing it now."

Nico leaned into John's embrace, his heart racing. "I know, but I never had a case where the submissive was the perpetrator"

John's eyes searched Nico's, his expression serious. "It's a tough pill to swallow, but you're doing the right thing by acknowledging it. That's what makes you a good detective and an even better person."

Nico nodded, his cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and determination. "I'll make it right," he murmured, his voice filled with resolve. "I'll apologize to her and asure her that there are no charges against her."

John's expression softened, his eyes filled with pride. "That's my boy," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble. "You're going to fix this, and you're going to be even better for it."

Nico nodded, his eyes shining with determination. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice a little shaky. "For understanding, for supporting me."

John's arms tightened around him. "Always," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble. "Now, let's get you ready for the day. You've got a tough conversation ahead of you, and I want you to go in there feeling confident and strong."

Nico nodded, his heart swelling with affection. He knew John was right, that he needed to face this head-on. They took their time getting dressed, the quiet of the room a stark contrast to the intensity of their earlier exchange. As Nico pulled on his shirt, John stepped behind him, his hands sliding over Nico's shoulders to help him fasten the buttons. The gesture was both tender and reassuring, a silent promise that he had John's support.

John's eyes searched Nico's face, his expression a mix of concern and pride. "You know," he began, his voice a gentle purr. "It takes a lot of strength to admit when you're wrong. You're going to be okay."

Nico nodded, taking a deep breath as he tucked in his shirt. "I hope so," he murmured, his eyes meeting John's in the mirror.

John leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Nico's neck. "You will be," he assured him. "And if you need me, I'll be right here."

Nico's eyes searched John's in the mirror, his heart racing. "Thank you," he said, kissing John's lips.

John's smile was gentle as he stepped back, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "You're welcome," he murmured. "Now, let's get you to work."

Once at work John was dealing with documents, picking his next clients and preparing himself mentally for the day ahead.

He heard the knock on his doors, his mind still reeling from the conversation with Nico. He called out "Come in!" in a firm tone, expecting it to be one of his colleagues or maybe even the Chief.

Sir Dominic walked in smug smirk on his face. John felt his stomach twist, he knew that look. It meant trouble. "John," Sir Dominic said, his voice a sneer. "I have a new submissives for you, something I think you'll enjoy."

John looked up, his eyes narrowing. "What do you mean?"

Sir Dominic sauntered over to John's desk, his leather-gloved hand resting on the edge. "I've had my eye on a few clients" he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "And I think I've found few that will... challenge your boundaries."

John's heart raced, the thrill of the unknown was intoxicating. "Tell me more," he murmured, his voice a soft rumble.

Sir Dominic leaned in closer, his eyes gleaming. "They're all new to the scene," he began, his voice a seductive purr. "But they're eager to learn, eager to please. And I think you'll find them... quite entertaining."

John's curiosity was piqued, despite his apprehension. "What's the catch?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.

Sir Dominic's smirk grew wider. "Oh, there's always a catch," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "But I think you'll find it quite... educational."

John felt a shiver of excitement run down his spine, despite his reservations. "What kind of education are we talking about?" he asked, his voice a mix of caution and anticipation.

Sir Dominic leaned back, his smirk never wavering. "The kind that will push you to your limits," he replied, his eyes gleaming. "These subs are eager to explore the darker side of pleasure, and I think you're just the man to show them the way. Are you interested in Slave play?"

John's eyes widened slightly, his mind racing with the implications. "Slave play?" he echoed, his voice a mix of curiosity and hesitation.

Sir Dominic nodded, his smirk growing. "Yes," he said, his voice a low purr. "It's a chance to explore the depths of power exchange, to see just how far you're willing to take your dominance."

John felt his cock twitch at the thought, his mind racing with images of the new subs at his mercy. "I'll need to think about it," he murmured, his voice a little hoarse.

Sir Dominic nodded, his eyes never leaving John's. "Take your time" he said, his voice a gentle command. "But don't take too long. They want to play today and if you won't take them I will"

John's cock twitched again at the thought of someone else guiding these new subs. He couldn't let that happen, not when he had the chance to shape them, to mold them into the perfect playthings. "I'll do it," he said, his voice firm.

Sir Dominic's smile grew, his eyes gleaming with approval. "Excellent," he said, his voice a low purr. "They'll be waiting for you tonight. Don't disappoint them."

John felt a thrill of excitement and nerves mingle in his stomach. He knew he had to tread carefully with these new subs, especially given Nico's own prejudices in the BDSM community. But the allure of pushing his boundaries was too tempting to resist.

"Also" Sir Dominic added, " just from pure curiosity, are you still fucking the pig?"

John's eyes snapped to Sir Dominic, his expression a mix of anger and annoyance. "My personal life is none of your concern," he growled, his eyes narrowing.

Sir Dominic held up his hands in a placating gesture. "So you still do" he said, his smirk never wavering. "I was just curious, but I would like him too if his mouth was full of my cock and I wouldn't have to hear his shit" Sir Dominic laughed.

John felt a flash of anger at the disrespect but kept it in check. "Nico is my partner," he said firmly. "And I expect you to respect that."

Sir Dominic's smile didn't falter. "Of course, of course, what ever you say" he said, his voice a soothing purr. "But let me know first when this little ' playing on both side of the fence' crisis ends." He said slaming there door behind him.

John felt his cheeks heat up with anger. He knew he couldn't hide his relationship with Nico from the BDSM community forever, but he didn't expect it to be thrown in his face like that from Sir Dominic constantly. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He had to focus on the task at hand, on the new subs waiting for him tonight.

The thought of them, eager and unblemished by the scene's darker secrets, filled him with both excitement and a sense of responsibility. He knew he had to be careful, to guide them without pushing them too far. It was a delicate balance, one he'd mastered over the years. But John found himself questioning his own motivations.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of paperwork and preparation. His mind was never far from the evening's rendezvous, the anticipation a constant thrum in his veins. He knew that he had to be at his best, that these subs would be looking to him for guidance and reassurance. And he was more than ready to provide it.

As the sun set, John found himself in front of the club's heavy doors, his heart racing. He took a deep breath, centering himself before pushing them open and stepping into the dimly lit space. The air was thick with the scent of leather and desire, the murmur of conversation and the occasional moan of pleasure.

He scanned the room, his eyes searching for the new subs. There they were, two figures sitting at the bar, nervously sipping on their drinks. They looked up as he approached, their eyes wide with a mix of excitement and trepidation. John felt his cock swell at the sight of them, their innocence a stark contrast to the jaded veterans of the scene that often graced these hallowed halls.

"Hello," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "I'm John."

The two subs looked up at him, their eyes wide and eager. One was a young woman with a slender build and a mop of dark hair, the other a petite woman with a pretty smile and piercing green eyes. They both nodded, their cheeks flushing with a mix of nerves and anticipation.

"We're... we're here for you," the brunette stuttered, her hand tightening around her drink.

John's smile was warm, his eyes traveling over them both with a predatory glint. "And I'm here for you," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble. "What are your names?"

"I'm... I'm Luna," the brunette said, her voice barely above a whisper.

John's eyes swept over her, noting the way she fidgeted in her seat, her knees pressed tightly together. She was dressed in a simple black dress that hugged her curves, her wrists adorned with delicate leather cuffs. "And you?" he asked, his gaze shifting to the other woman.

"I'm Veronica" she said, her voice confident and steady. She was dressed similarly, but her eyes were studying John. Her demenauor was authoritative, like she was analazying John.

John felt his heart race at the challenge. "Wonderful," he murmured, his eyes lingering on Veronica's defiant gaze. "Why don't we find somewhere a little more private to get to know each other?"

The two women exchanged a look, and Luna nodded, her eyes wide. Veronica's smile was a little more knowing, as if she understood the game they were about to play. They followed John through the club, the sound of their heels echoing through the corridor. The private room was dimly lit, the walls lined with various BDSM equipment that hung like silent sentinels waiting for action.

John didn't miss the way Veronica was protective of Luna, her stance confident and putting space between him and Luna by standing infront of her almost shielding her.

"You don't need to be scared," John said, his voice a gentle purr. "We're here to have a good time, to explore your boundaries, and to make sure you're safe and comfortable."

Veronica's eyes searched John's, looking for any hint of deceit. "And what happens if we don't like it?" she asked, her voice firm.

John's smile never wavered, his eyes meeting hers without blinking. "Then we stop," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "Consent is everything in this world, and I respect that. But I think you'll find it quite... satisfying."

Luna's eyes grew wide at the word 'satisfying', her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. Veronica's gaze remained steadfast, but John could see the curiosity lurking beneath the surface. He knew he had them hooked, and the thrill of it sent a shiver down his spine.

" Is this the only way into this room or are there other entrances?" Veronica asked voice steady, she was the dominant one of the two.

John's smile remained calm and assuring. "There is only one door," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "But there are windows if you need to signal for help."

Luna chuckled her stress dissapearing, Veronica on the other hand remained measured.

"Good," she said, her eyes scanning the room. "Now, let's talk about those boundaries."

John's gaze was intense as he stepped closer to them, his hand reaching out to trace the line of Veronica's jaw. "Tell me," he murmured, his voice a soft purr, "what do you desire?"

Veronica met his gaze, her own eyes filled with challenge. "I want to serve," she said, her voice steady. "But I want to choose how I serve."

John's smile grew, his eyes gleaming with approval. "A strong will," he murmured. "I like that." He turned to Luna, his hand cupping her chin and tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "And what about you, my sweet?"

Luna's voice was barely a whisper. "I... I want to please," she said, her eyes fluttering shut.

John's thumb brushed her bottom lip, his smile gentle. "And you will," he assured her. "But we need to make sure that what you want lines up with what's good for you."

The two subs looked at each other, the tension in the room thick with anticipation. John's eyes never left theirs, his gaze a silent promise of both pleasure and pain.

"Let's begin," he murmured, his voice a low purr that seemed to resonate in the very air around them.

John led them to the center of the room, his eyes never leaving theirs as he began to set up the space. He unclipped the leather cuffs from Luna's wrists, his movements precise and practiced. She watched him with a mix of fear and fascination, her eyes wide as he secured her to the St. Andrew's cross, her arms and legs spread in a vulnerable yet inviting display. Veronica's gaze was more scrutinizing, her eyes taking in every detail of the room, the equipment, and John's actions.

"Remember," John whispered in Luna's ear, his breath warm against her skin. "Your safeword is 'moonlit'. Use it if you need to, and I'll stop everything."

Luna nodded, her pulse racing as she felt the leather bite into her wrists. John stepped back, his eyes sweeping over her. "Beautiful," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble. He turned to Veronica, his gaze intense. "Your turn," he said, holding out a set of leather cuffs.

Veronica took them, her eyes never leaving John's as she fastened them around her own wrists. She knew she was in control here, but the thrill of submission was a heady one. She knelt before him, her knees on the ground.

John couldn't help but feel something off about Veronica, her demenaour, confidence, eyes constantly searching the room and John, it was like she was ready to attack at any moment. But he knew the thrill of the chase was part of the game.

"Now," he said, his voice a command. "We're going to start with something simple. I want you to trust me, and I want you to know that you can always say no."

With that, John picked up a flogger from the nearby rack, the leather tails whispering through the air as he approached Luna. He began to gently tap her skin, starting at her shoulders and moving down her back. Each stroke grew a little harder, a little more insistent, until she was gasping with pleasure. He watched her reactions closely, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and concern.

Veronica, however, remained stoic, her eyes never leaving John's. Her eyes glued to Luna's face looking for any sign of her being uncomfortable.

John moved closer to Veronica, his hand trailing down her back. "What about you?" he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble. "Do you trust me?"

Veronica met his gaze, her eyes unflinching. "I trust that you'll keep your word," she said, her voice a soft challenge.

John's smile grew, his eyes darkening with desire. "Good," he murmured, his voice a low purr. He stepped behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders. "Now, lean back, and let's see how much you can take."

Veronica took a deep breath, leaning back into John's touch. He began to stroke her with the flogger, each strike a little harder than the last. She bit her lip, her eyes closing in concentration as she felt the sting of the leather against her skin. John guided her expertly.

John watched Veronica's reaction, her breaths growing shorter, her skin flushing with each strike. He could see the tension in her body, the way she held herself, and knew she was enjoying the sensation. But he also knew she was holding back, her eyes still on Luna, body ready for action.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice a gentle purr of approval. He stepped around her, his hand trailing down her chest to her firm nipples. He pinched one, watching as she gritted her teeth but didn't flinch away. "Now, let's see if you can keep your focus," he said, his eyes holding hers.

John moved to Luna, his hand tracing the line of her collarbone before sliding down to her pussy. She was already wet, her body responding to the scene unfolding before her. He slipped two fingers inside her, his thumb circling her clit. Luna moaned, her eyes closing as the pleasure began to build.

John's gaze never left Veronica's, watching her reaction to Luna's sounds of pleasure. He knew she was feeling the pull of submission, the desire to let go and just experience. "Do you want to cum with her?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

Veronica's eyes widened slightly, but she nodded, her chest heaving with each breath. "Sure," she replied her voice confident.

John stepped back, admiring the scene before him. Two subs, bound and waiting for his command, their bodies begging for his touch. He felt his cock swell with desire, his mind racing with the possibilities.

"Very well," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble. "Let's see if you can both come together."

John returned his attention to Luna, his free hand reaching for a vibrator from the nearby table. He turned it on, the low buzz filling the room. He watched as Veronica's eyes grew even more intense, her breath hitching as the sound washed over her. He pressed the vibrator against Luna's clit, her hips jerking forward.

"Now," he said, his voice a firm command. "Both of you focus on the sensations. I want to see you let go."

Luna's eyes snapped open, meeting John's as he began to move the vibrator in tight circles around her clit. The sensation was intense, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure growing with each stroke.

John's eyes remained locked on hers, his thumb pressing down harder on her clit as he increased the speed of the vibrator. Luna's breaths grew more ragged, her body taut with anticipation. Veronica watched, her own arousal clear in the way her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath.

Suddenly, Luna's body arched, a keening cry tearing from her throat as she came, her pussy clenching around John's fingers. Veronica's eyes never left Luna's face, the sight of her pleasure pushing her own desire to new heights. She felt the warmth spread through her core, her own orgasm hovering just out of reach.

John didn't miss a beat, his hand moving to Veronica's chest, his thumb flicking her nipple as he watched Luna's climax subside. "Come for me," he murmured, his voice a gentle command.

Veronica's eyes locked onto John's, the intensity of his gaze almost too much to bear. But she felt the need to come, to give in to the desire that was coursing through her body. She took a deep breath, focusing on the feeling of the flogger against her skin and the pressure of John's thumb on her nipple.

With a low growl, she let go, her body shuddering as an orgasm ripped through her. Her eyes never left John's, her pussy clenching around the emptiness inside her. The room spun for a moment, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. John's eyes never left hers, his smile one of pride and satisfaction.

He leaned in to kiss her, his tongue slipping into her mouth as he tasted her submission. Luna watched them, her own need growing with each moan that spilled from Veronica's lips. John's hand slid down to her own thigh, his fingers brushing against her soaking wet pussy.

The room was alive with the sounds of their desire, the flogger landing rhythmically against Veronica's skin, Luna's gasps of pleasure, and the low murmur of John's voice, guiding them both through the scene. He could feel the tension in the air, the electricity that came from the power exchange between them.

John's hand slid down to Luna's pussy again, his fingers delving into her wetness. She whimpered, her body arching into his touch. "Do you want more?" he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper.

Luna's eyes snapped open, meeting John's. "Yes," she breathed, her voice needy.

John's smile grew, his eyes dark with lust. He leaned in to kiss her, his tongue sliding against hers as he continued to stroke her clit. Veronica watched, her own breaths coming in pants as she felt the echoes of her orgasm still rippling through her body.

With a flick of his wrist, John released Luna from the cross, her body collapsing into his arms. He carried her to the nearby bed, laying her down gently. She was trembling with desire, her eyes glazed with lust.

"Thank you, Sir," Luna whispered, her voice a mix of awe and gratitude.

John looked down at her, his eyes still dark with desire. "You're welcome," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble. He turned to Veronica, who was still kneeling on the floor, her chest heaving with the aftermath of her orgasm. "Now, let's see if you can keep up," he said, his smile filled with challenge.

Veronica's eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn't protest as John led her over to the bed, his hand resting possessively on her neck. He pushed her down onto her back, his weight pressing her into the mattress. "Open your legs," he instructed, his voice firm.

Veronica complied, her legs spreading wide. John's gaze raked over her, his eyes lingering on the dampness between her thighs. He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, "You're going to scream my name when you come."

John's fingers replaced the flogger, tracing circles around her clit before sliding down to penetrate her. Veronica's body tightened around him, her eyes locked on his. The feel of his cock pressing against her ass was a stark reminder of his dominance, and she couldn't help but push back into him, silently begging for more.

" Remove your hand from my throat" Veronica demanded voice comanding and cold, she shouldn't have this much awarness and control for a rookie, John thought to himself, his eyes narrowing, the room felt like it dropped in temperature.

John chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. "As you wish," he murmured, his hand moving to trace the line of her jaw instead. He leaned in, his mouth capturing hers in a bruising kiss, his tongue demanding entry. Veronica met him with equal fervor, her body arching into his as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

John groaned, his hips grinding against her as he felt the heat of her pussy through his jeans. He knew he needed to regain control, to remind her who was in charge, but the fire in her eyes was too tempting to resist. He pulled back, his smile wicked. "You're going to be a handful, aren't you?"

Veronica's expression was a mix of surprise and excitement. She hadn't expected John to be so... malleable. But she liked it. It was a thrill to push his boundaries, to see what she could get away with. "Bet," she murmured, her voice a low purr.

John's eyes narrowed, his grip on her jaw tightening slightly. "Remember," he said, his voice a gentle warning. "This is still my playground, and I make the rules."

Veronica smirked, her eyes gleaming with challenge. "But who's to say I won't make a few of my own?"

John felt a thrill of excitement at her words, his cock growing even harder. He leaned in to whisper in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "We'll see," he murmured, his voice a low growl. He reached down to unbuckle his belt, his cock springing free.

He positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes never leaving hers. "Ready?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble.

Veronica's eyes flashed with defiance. "Always," she replied, her voice a soft challenge.

John's smile grew, his cock pressing against her slick heat. "Good," he murmured, his voice a low purr. He pushed inside her in one smooth stroke, watching as her eyes widened with surprise. She was tight, her body resisting him for a moment before giving way to his dominance.

Veronica's breath hitched, but she didn't flinch, her eyes never leaving John's. She could feel the stretch, the burn, but it only served to fuel her desire. She bit her lip, her nails digging into the sheets as she felt him fill her completely.

John began to move, his hips setting a slow, deliberate rhythm that had Veronica's body responding almost immediately. She couldn't help the low moan that slipped from her lips, her eyes closing as she felt herself getting lost in the sensation. But she quickly snapped them open again, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her completely at his mercy.

"Is this what you want?" he murmured, his voice a gentle taunt. "To be filled by me, to be used for my pleasure?"

Veronica's eyes snapped to look at him, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," she hissed, her voice a mix of desire and rebellion. She could feel her body betraying her, her hips rising to meet his thrusts despite her attempts to maintain control.

John thought he was about to go mad, it was eating him alive that he couldn't put his finger on what was off about Veronica, she was in total control of herself and her body, her eyes looking at Luna or searching the room, even now she looked unfazed and eyes looking, searching for something, maybe a way out, a way to top from the bottom.

John's thrusts grew harder, his rhythm more erratic as he felt himself getting closer to the edge. Veronica's eyes remained on his, a silent challenge that only served to drive him on. He reached down to squeeze her nipples, his thumbs rolling the sensitive flesh as he drove into her with an almost desperate need to break through her composure.

The rest of the scene went, much to John's surprise, as Veronica had dictated, her body tightening around him, her muscles rippling and releasing with each of his thrusts, but her eyes remained open, searching, watching. It was a dance of power and submission that John had never quite experienced before. He felt both thrilled and slightly off-balance.

During the after care, John couldn't shake the feeling that Veronica was still assessing him, her gaze unyielding even in the gentle embrace of their shared climax. He cleaned them both up, his touch tender and attentive, watching her closely for any signs of discomfort or regret. Luna, on the other hand, was a picture of bliss, her eyes glazed over with the aftermath of pleasure, a soft smile playing on her lips.

Luna looked like she was in her own world full of bliss, her eyes fluttering open to meet John's gaze, her smile was genuine. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude.

Luna cuddled closer to John, her body still quivering from the intense orgasm he had given her. John's gaze remained on Veronica, who lay there with a smug smile playing on her lips. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at her lack of vulnerability, but it only served to pique his curiosity.

" I am glad, you were the good guy," Veronica replied, she stood up starting to dress up, " I will leave her at your hands, I know you won't hurt her" her voice confident and warm.

John watched her closely, his mind racing. Her behavior was unlike any sub he had ever encountered. It was as if she was the one in control, even now as she walked away from him. "Wait," he called out, his voice a gentle command.

Veronica turned, her eyes meeting his, the smugness gone, replaced by something... softer. "Yes,?" she asked, her voice a purr.

John hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with questions and confusion. "You're... different," he finally managed to say, his tone a mix of curiosity and wariness.

Veronica's smile grew slightly, her eyes never leaving his. "Go take care of your sub" she said, her voice gentle command.

John nodded, his eyes still on her as she left the room. He turned his attention back to Luna, who was still sprawled out on the bed, her body limp with satisfaction. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Veronica than met the eye, but for now, he had a job to do.

He gently helped Luna to sit up, wrapping her in a soft blanket. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Luna nodded, a dreamy smile playing on her lips. "More than okay," she murmured, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "That was amazing, John."

John couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through his chest at her words. He had enjoyed the scene with Luna, her sweet submission a balm to the tension that had built up during his encounter with Veronica. He knew he needed to keep an eye on the enigmatic woman, but for now, he focused on the aftercare of his other sub.

He pulled Luna closer, wrapping his arms around her as she snuggled into his embrace. "Thank you for trusting me," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble.

Luna looked up at him, her eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you for giving me what I needed," she replied, her voice a soft whisper.

John kissed the top of her head, his hand stroking her back in soothing circles. He knew she was still processing the intensity of the scene, her body still humming with pleasure. "You're welcome," he murmured, his voice a gentle purr.

As they sat there, the silence between them filled with the echoes of their shared passion, John couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Veronica's presence had been like a storm, disrupting the calm waters of his usual sessions. He had thought he could read her, but she had proven to be an enigma, a puzzle he hadn't quite figured out yet.

The door clicked shut behind Luna when they were done and he was sure she was okay. John took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving the spot where Veronica had stood. He knew he had to shake off the feeling of being played, but it was hard to ignore the way she had so easily maneuvered him, pushing his buttons without even breaking a sweat.

He stood up, his muscles protesting after the intense session. He walked over to the mirror on the wall, studying his reflection. He looked the same, but he felt... different. Veronica had gotten under his skin in a way no one else ever had. He had to admit, it was intriguing.

John cleaned up the room, carefully putting away the toys and equipment they had used. His mind was racing with thoughts of Veronica. Who was she really? What was her game?

He couldn't deny the excitement she brought to the scene, the thrill of the unexpected. As a professional, he prided himself on his ability to read his subs, to give them exactly what they needed while still maintaining complete control. But with Veronica, it was as if she was the one in charge, playing him like a fiddle.

John took a deep breath, pushing the thoughts of Veronica aside for the moment. He had work to do, a club to run, and clients to satisfy. He couldn't let one intriguing sub consume his thoughts so completely.

As he walked out of the private room, John couldn't shake the feeling that he had just been outplayed. Veronica's cool confidence and ability to maintain control even during the most intense moments of the scene had left him both frustrated and intrigued. He made a mental note to keep an eye on her, to find out what made her tick.

Once in his office, John poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid a silent companion to his swirling thoughts. He couldn't help but replay the evening's events, trying to make sense of Veronica's behavior. The way she had looked at him, so assessing and in control, was unnerving yet thrilling. He had never felt so... challenged.

Sir Dominic entered without knocking, " So how were they?"

John took a sip of his whiskey, his eyes never leaving the reflection in the glass. "Different," he said, his voice tight.

Sir Dominic raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "How so?"

John turned to face him, his expression thoughtful. "Veronica... she's not what she seems. She's got this... edge to her, like she's always one step ahead."

Sir Dominic chuckled, a knowing look in his eye. "Ah, the thrill of the unpredictable," he said, his voice holding a hint of amusement. "It's what makes this lifestyle so exhilarating, isn't it?"

John couldn't help but nod, taking another sip of his whiskey. "But it's more than that," he murmured. "There's something about her that... I don't know. It's like she's playing a game, and I'm not quite sure of the rules."

Sir Dominic leaned against the desk, his eyes shrewd. "Sounds like she might be a natural," he said. "Some subs have a way of taking the reins without you even realizing it."

John nodded, his gaze still on the whiskey in his hand. "But I've never felt... unbalanced before."

Sir Dominic's expression grew serious. "Remember, John, it's about trust and respect. If she's making you feel uncomfortable, you have the power to end the scene."

John nodded, the words a gentle reminder of his own boundaries. "It's not that," he said slowly. "It's... she's just so... in control."

Sir Dominic's smile grew. "I told you I had a chelange for you, I am glad she didn't dissapoint" he said, his voice low and knowing.

John's eyes snapped to him, the whiskey forgotten. "You knew?"

Sir Dominic nodded, his expression unreadable. "Other Dominants evalued her similiary," he admitted. "But I also knew you could handle it. Veronica is a special case, a true gem in our community."

John's eyes narrowed, his mind racing. "Sure"

John took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "What's her story?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

Sir Dominic leaned back in his chair, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Ah, that's for her to tell," he said, his voice a gentle tease. "I seriously don't know"

"Also" Sir Dominic added," Your little cumdump is waiting down at the hall, you probably should go before he arrests anyone" Dominic said with a smirk.

John's eyes snapped to Sir Dominic, his mind racing with a mix of anger and annoyance. "That's not funny," he bit out, his voice tight.

Sir Dominic held up his hands in a placating gesture. "My apologies, John," he said, his tone mocking. "Your dick eater came." He said leaving.

John couldn't help but roll his eyes at the crass remark, but he knew better than to let it get to him. He downed the rest of his whiskey and made his way down the hall to where Nico was waiting. He knew Nico wouldn't actually be waiting in the hallway, but the thought of the detective waiting for him brought a smile to his face.

When he arrived at the spot, he found Nico leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. The detective's eyes lit up when he saw John, a mix of excitement and relief. "Everything okay?" Nico asked, his voice laced with concern.

John nodded, his expression unreadable. "Just another day in the dungeon," he said, his voice tight.

Nico stepped closer, his eyes searching John's face. "You look... rattled," he said, his voice filled with care.

John couldn't help the smirk that tugged at his lips. "Just met someone who knows how to push my buttons," he replied, his tone light.

Nico laughed warmly, " More than me?"

John couldn't help the smirk that tugged at his lips. "You're in a league of your own, detective," he said, his voice a gentle tease.

Nico's expression softened, his eyes lighting up at the affectionate term. "I missed you" he murmurred, his voice eager.

John stepped closer, his hand coming up to cup Nico's face. "And I missed you," he said, his voice a low rumble. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Nico's in a gentle kiss. Nico's eyes fluttered closed, his body melting into John's embrace.

For a moment, John forgot about Veronica and the complex dance of power she had led him in. He focused on Nico, his sweetness and vulnerability a stark contrast to the enigmatic woman. Nico's hands came up to grip John's arms, his kiss soft.

"Nico" a woman's voice pierced their moment, John turned his head to see Veronica standing there, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Nico stiffened, his eyes wide with shock. John felt a twinge of protectiveness, his hand tightening on Nico's shoulder. "Is there a problem?" he asked, his voice cool.

Nico laughed gently, " John this is Veronica my collegue from work" he said going to hug Veronica " I didn't know you are working tonight " he said to her.

Veronica looked at John with a knowing smile, "I was undercover, to check how the Dominants act and if everything is by the protocols" she said, her voice calm.

John felt his heart drop, his mind racing. He had just been played by an undercover cop, and Nico was her colleague?

" Was everything okay, are you hurt?" Nico asked, his eyes searching Veronica's, genuine concern etched on his features.

She laughed and gently pushed Nico, " If it wasn't consentsual or safe we wouldn't be talking right now"

John felt his jaw clench, his eyes narrowing. "Undercover?" he murmurred to himself, his voice a low growl. He had been played, and not just by any sub, but by an undercover detective. The irony wasn't lost on him.

" Anyway the night is still young and I have to bother more people to be sure that they are safe and not raping anyone" she said hugging Nico tightly, " Also all the reports from today will be done by you Nico, for the past few days you were handing me your papers just to leave early". She looked at John, " I guess I know why now "

John's mind was racing, trying to understand the situation. "I see," he said through gritted teeth, his eyes never leaving Veronica's face.

Nico chuckled, " No problem Veronica, they will be ready, be safe,"

" I will be safe, darling" She said hugging Nico before turning to leave.

John watched her go, his mind racing. He couldn't believe he had been fooled so easily. But then again, Veronica had been different from the start. Her confidence, her control, it all made sense now. She wasn't just any sub; she was a cop, a detective.

Nico looked at him, his expression a mix of confusion and amusement. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" he asked, his voice light.

John's eyes narrowed, his mind racing. "You know her?" he asked, his voice tight.

Nico nodded, a look of understanding dawning on his face. "Yeah, she's an excelant cop," he said, his voice sincere. " If you would ever be interrogated by her she wouldn't let you breath, you would forget your own name by the time she would be done "

John couldn't help but feel a mix of anger and admiration. "And she's undercover here?" he asked, his voice tight.

Nico shooked, his expression serious. "No, she's been working on a case involving some not-so-consensual BDSM practices. She's here to make sure everything is on the up-and-up. But I am pretty sure this was a random raid."

John felt a wave of anger wash over him. "And she used me as a test subject?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Nico's smile faded, his eyes searching John's. "John, it's not like that it is not personal," he said, his voice earnest.

John felt his anger rising, his fists clenching at his sides. "Not personal?" he repeated, his voice a dangerous growl. "She played me like a fiddle, and you're telling me it's not personal?"

Nico took a step back, his eyes wide with surprise at John's reaction. "John, please. She's just doing her job," he said, his voice soothing.

John's eyes never left Nico's, his jaw clenched tight. "Her job is to fuck with me?" he asked, his voice laced with anger.

Nico swallowed hard, his own eyes searching John's. "John, please," he murmured. "It's not like that. She's just... she's good at what she does."

John's gaze didn't waver, his eyes still dark with anger. " What do you take me for ?" he asked, his voice laced with anger, " My job is not a joke or something to test"

Nico started to lose his composure as well, " Actually it is something to test, she just needed to be sure that everything was consensual, what can't you grasped about that?"

John's eyes flashed with anger, his hand tightening. "I don't need to be tested," he bit out, his voice low and menacing. "I know what I'm doing."

Nico started to raise his voice as well, " God, is not about you"

John stepped closer to Nico, his eyes blazing with anger. "Isn't it?" he demanded, his voice a low growl. "You brought her here, you knew what she was doing!"

Nico's own anger flared, his hands coming up to grip John's arms. "I didn't bring her here to test you!" he shouted. "Stop putting words in my mouth, it was a random raid I didn't know about that, she picked this club by her own choice! I am sorry if she hurt your ego but that is not my fault!"

John stared at him, his chest heaving with fury. "How could you not know?" he spat out. "You're a cop, you're supposed to be aware of these things!"

Nico's eyes narrowed. "Are your ears just decoration to your dense head" he screamed, his voice tight with his own anger. "I don't control her actions or her cases. I am not her boss"

John's anger reached new peak, his eyes burning with accusation. "Don't you talk to me like this" he snarled.

" Talk to you like what? Huh, talk to you so you have to face the fact that you are making no sense, and forcing you to acknowledge your own insecurities" Nico spat, " It is hard when you can not hide behind your 'I am a Dominant' persona!"Nico yelled.

John's eyes went wide, "What the fuck did you just say to me?" he growled, his voice a thunderous rumble that echoed through the hallway.

Nico's anger didn't waver, "I said that you are acting like a child whose toy got taken away, here I simplified down for you" he retorted, his voice shaking with frustration.

John felt a jolt of shock at Nico's words. "You dare question my dominance?" he hissed, his eyes narrowed into slits.

Nico didn't back down, his own anger a living force between them. " What dominance?" he shot back, his voice filled with a passionate intensity.

John's eyes narrowed, his fists clenched. "You don't get to question me," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Nico stepped closer, his chest heaving with the force of his own fury. "And you don't get to hide behind your role," he countered, his voice trembling with anger.

John felt the rage boiling inside him, his hand itching to lash out. "You have no idea what you're talking about," he growled, his teeth bared.

Nico stepped closer, his eyes flashing with challenge. "No?" he asked, his voice rising. "Maybe you're the one who doesn't know what you're doing."

John's breath hissed through his teeth, his hand itching to correct Nico's disrespect. But he held back, the detective's words hitting too close to home.

"Nico," he said, his voice tight with restrained fury, "you're crossing a line."

"Am I?" Nico asked, his own anger unabated. "Or are you just too scared to face the truth?"

John's eyes narrowed, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. "What truth is that?"

Nico stepped even closer, their bodies almost touching. "The truth that maybe, just maybe, you're not as confident and as good Dominant as you think you are," he said, his voice low and intense.

John's eyes widened, his chest heaving with the effort to contain his anger. "How dare you?" he whispered, the words a deadly promise.

Nico met his gaze, unflinching. "Someone needs to," he said, his voice firm. "You can't go around treating people like they're just toys to be played with, especially when you're in a position of power and especially when you are acting like this just because you were for once on the other side."

John felt a cold fury wash over him, today's revelation about Veronica making him on the edge and out off place like never before, atop off that he is getting screamed at by someone half his height in front of his coworkers, in a place where he has certain authority and status.

The fact that few very respected Doms were watching this exchange with a mix of surprise and amusement didn't help John's pride. He felt the need to assert his dominance, to show Nico that he was in charge, that he wasn't some novice to be scolded.

John's hand shot out, gripping Nico's chin firmly, tilting his face up to meet his gaze. "You forget your place," he said, his voice low and menacing.

Nico's eyes blazed with defiance, his own hand coming up to grip John's wrist. "And you forget that I'm not one of your subs," he spat back, his voice just as intense. " What? You want hit me so you can have back your control? So much for consensual dynamics. What? Should I stand in the corner with hopeful eyes hoping my master will allow me to piss or eat, should I just alway agree with the way you are acting and never dare to question you, that is what you want?"

John's grip tightened, his eyes flashing with anger. "You're not my sub," he said through gritted teeth, "but I have certain role and status here and you will show me respect."

Nico's eyes narrowed, his jaw set. "I do respect you," he said, his voice tight with emotion. "But that doesn't mean I'll let you act like an asshole just because you're feeling insecure."

John's grip on Nico's chin didn't ease, his eyes still filled with anger. "Insecure?" he repeated, his voice a low growl. "I'm not insecure. I'm a professional."

Nico's eyes searched John's, his own anger flashing back. "Then act like one," he said, his voice loud and hoarse.

John's grip on Nico's chin tightened, his thumb tracing the line of his jaw, his eyes never leaving the detective's. "I am," he said, his voice a low rumble. "But maybe you need a reminder of who's in charge here."

Nico's eyes widened, a flicker of fear passing through them, but he didn't flinch. "Is that a threat?" he asked, his voice steady. " You say I am not your sub but you expect me to act as one!"

John felt the rage building up inside him, his hand itching to do more than just grip Nico's chin.

"Is that what you want?" Nico's voice was steady, despite the clear challenge in his eyes. "To prove your dominance by intimidating me?"

John's grip tightened even more, his thumb pressing against Nico's pulse point. "Is that what you think?" he murmured, his voice a dangerous rumble.

Nico's heart was racing, but he didn't back down. "It's what you're doing," he said, his voice firm. "You're lashing out because she got to you, and now you're taking it out on me. And it scares me"

John felt a flicker of something, something other than anger. Was it fear? Vulnerability? He hadn't meant to scare Nico, but the detective had a point. He had let his emotions get the better of him. He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice tight. Releasing Nico from his grasp.

Nico's eyes searched John's, looking for sincerity. He took a step back, rubbing his chin where John's hand had been.

John took a deep breath, trying to rein in his temper. "I'm sorry," he repeated, his voice a little softer this time. "I didn't mean to scare you."

Nico's eyes searched his, looking for the truth behind the words. "I really thought you were going to hit me" he said finally, his voice still shaking a little. "I don't want to be scared of my lovers."

John's eyes went wide with shock. "I would never hit you," he said, his voice a harsh whisper. "You know that."

Nico's gaze didn't waver. " No, I don't" he said, his voice trembling.

John felt the weight of his words, the truth in them hitting him like a punch to the gut. He had never raised a hand on Nico, never would, but in that moment of anger, he had come too close.

He stepped back, his hand dropping to his side. "Nico, I'm sorry," he said, his voice raw with emotion. "You're right, I shouldn't have scared you like that."

The air around them grew heavy with tension, the echo of their harsh words lingering in the corridor. John's heart pounded in his chest, the reality of his actions sinking in. He had never lost control like that before, not in his personal life and certainly not in the dungeon where his dominance was unquestioned.

The other Dominants were watching the scene unfold with a mix of shock and fascination. They had never seen John, the stoic and composed club master, lose his cool like this. The tension was palpable, as if the very air was charged with electricity.

"I'm sorry," John repeated, his voice a harsh whisper. "I didn't mean to... I've never..."

Nico's eyes searched his, the fear slowly fading to be replaced by a sadness that cut through John like a knife. "Okay," he said softly.

John's chest felt tight, his heart pounding. He stepped closer, reaching out to touch Nico's arm. "I think we should go" he murmured, his voice barely audible.

Nico nodded, his eyes still searching John's face. "Okay," he said, his voice small.

Dominatrixx Fiona approached them, her gaze stern and unforgiving, boring into John's soul. She had seen the entire exchange, and her disapproval was evident. "John," she said, her voice firm, "we need to talk."

John's eyes flickered to her, his jaw clenched. He didn't want to deal with this right now, but he knew better than to ignore Fiona. He nodded curtly and gestured for her to follow him into his office.

Fiona turned around facing Nico, " I would like you to talk to this nice lady" She said to him pointing at Dominatrixx Anastasia, who worked as the counselor for subs.

Nico's eyes widened, "Oh, no that is not-" , Fiona jumped in and cut him off with a stern look. "It is not a suggestion," she said firmly, "I want to make sure you're okay, and she's the best person for it."

With a heavy heart, Nico nodded and walked towards Anastasia, who was standing at the door of her office, watching the scene unfold with a mix of concern and curiosity. She had seen John's dominance in action before, but never had she seen him lose his cool like this.

Fiona turned back to John, her expression unyielding. "Now," she said, her voice a soft command that brooked no argument.

John led the way to his office, his shoulders tense and his mind racing. He knew Fiona would have something to say about his behavior, and he wasn't looking forward to it. As they stepped inside, he closed the door behind them, the sound echoing through the room.

Fiona didn't waste any time. "What was that about?" she demanded, her voice sharp.

John sank into his chair, his hands gripping the armrests tightly. "It was... complicated," he murmured, his eyes downcast.

Fiona folded her arms across her chest, her foot tapping impatiently on the floor. "Complicated doesn't justify losing control, John," she said firmly. "You know better than that. I want to know what happend"

John took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "It's about Veronica," he admitted. "She... she got to me."

Fiona's eyebrows shot up. "The new sub?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

John nodded, his eyes still on his hands. "She's an undercover cop," he said, his voice tight with anger. "Checking up on the club."

Fiona's eyes narrowed. "I know," she said, her voice flat.

John's head snapped up, his eyes wide with surprise. "You know?"

Fiona nodded, her expression unyielding. "Of course I know," she said, her voice a low rumble. "We were shutdown for sex trafficking, of course we are gona cooperate with law inforscement, we had a deal, for the next year we are under their watch, that includes undercover subs and Doms, to check and make sure that everything here is legal, and we can keep our bussiness open"

John felt his anger deflate, replaced by a cold sense of betrayal. "And you didn't think to tell me?" he asked, his voice tight.

Fiona's gaze was unwavering. "It wasn't my place," she said, her voice firm. " It would be useless if other Dominants knew, don't you think"

John nodded, his anger now replaced by a deep sense of betrayal. "I had no idea," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

Fiona's expression softened slightly. "That is the point," she said, her voice gentler. "Did anything happend during the scene? Did you broke the protocols or ignored safewords?."

John's eyes flashed with anger at the implication, but he knew Fiona was just doing her job. "No, everything was by the book," he said, his voice tight.

Fiona studied him for a long moment before speaking again. "Then what's the problem?" she asked, her voice softer now.

John sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "It's not just about the scene," he said, his eyes meeting hers. "It's about the aftermath. She's gotten into my head, Fiona. She's making me question myself, my abilities, my dominance."

Fiona's expression grew thoughtful. "John," she said, her voice calm and measured, "you're one of the best Doms we have here. You've never had a problem with your dominance before. What's different?"

John leaned back in his chair, his eyes distant. "It's not just her," he admitted. "It's everything. The raid, the new clients, the... the way she challenged me. It's all just piled up."

Fiona's gaze grew more intense. "John, you can't let one encounter throw you off," she said, her voice firm. "And then lash out on first person you see"

John's eyes met hers, a look of understanding passing between them. "I know," he murmured. "It's just... I've never been challenged like that before."

Fiona nodded, her expression sympathetic. "It's natural to feel unsettled," she said, her voice gentle. "But you can't let it affect you like this. You're the club's master, John. You set the tone for everyone else."

John took a deep breath, nodding slowly. "I know," he murmured. "But it's not just about the club. It's about me, and... Nico."

Fiona's expression grew confussd. "What is Nico?" she asked.

John's jaw tightened, his eyes still on his hands. "He's... he's important to me," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "He's... he's my lover."

Fiona's eyebrows shot up. "Your lover?" she repeated, her voice filled with surprise. "John, look I don't care about your personal relationships, that is not my business, but you cannot act like this"

John sighed heavily, looking up at her. "I know," he said, his voice tight. "But it's not just about the scene with Veronica. It's about everything. This whole situation has me... it's just..."

Fiona's expression softened a bit. "John, you can't let your personal feelings interfere with your work," she said, her voice firm but gentle. "You're a professional, and you know the rules of the club. If you can't separate the two, it's going to cause problems."

John nodded, feeling the weight of her words. "I know," he murmured. "But it's not that simple."

Fiona leaned forward, her eyes boring into his. "Make it simple," she said, her voice firm. "Your job is to ensure everyone's safety and enjoyment here. If you can't handle that, then maybe you need to take a step back."

John's gaze snapped to hers, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and defensiveness. "I can handle it," he said, his voice tight.

Fiona's expression didn't change. "Prove it," she said, her voice firm. "You need to find a way to deal with your emotions without taking it out on others."

John nodded, his jaw clenched. "I will," he said, his voice tight with determination.

Fiona studied him for a moment before nodding. "Good," she said, her voice still firm. "Now, let's talk about that guy you screamed at and caused such a scene that I had to watch to make sure you won't bite his head off."

John felt a pang of guilt. "I know, I shouldn't have done that," he murmured.

Fiona's expression remained stern. "John, that was highly unprofessional and caused a scene," she said, her voice unyielding. "We can't have that kind of behavior in the club, especially from you. Also do you know him or did that poor soul just crossed your way"

John took a deep breath, his shoulders slumping slightly. "He's Nico," he said, his voice low. "He's an undercover detective, too."

Fiona's eyes widened, and she leaned back in surprise. "Nico?" she repeated. " Your lover?"

John nodded, his face a mask of conflicted emotions. "Yes," he said, his voice tight. "And I... I didn't mean to scare him like that. I just lost it."

Fiona's expression grew serious. "John," she said, her voice firm, "you need to get a grip on this situation. We can't have scenes like this happening in the club. It's unprofessional and it's dangerous."

John nodded, his jaw tight. "I know," he murmured. "I'll talk to him."

Fiona's gaze was unyielding. "You'd better," she said. " Also that guy looks like a train ran him over" she said leaning closer to John " Your work?"

John felt a jolt of embarrassment. "No," he said quickly, his voice tight. "That was just... a misunderstanding."

Fiona raised an eyebrow, not looking convinced. "Well, how many misunderstanding you two have for him to look like that, broken nose, lip tore open, now bruises on his chin" she said, her voice firm.

John felt his blood run cold at the implication in Fiona's words. He had never hit Nico, and the thought of it made his stomach churn. He knew he had crossed a line today, but he would never hurt Nico, and certainly not in anger. "It wasn't like that," he said, his voice firm. "We had a disagreement, that's all."

Fiona's eyes searched his, and after a long moment, she nodded. "I hope so," she said, her voice still firm. "Because if I ever find out that you've laid a hand on him or your future lovers or subs in anything but a consensual manner, our friendship won't save you from my wrath."

John felt the seriousness of her words, his own anger from earlier now replaced with a cold dread. He knew Fiona meant every word. "I understand," he murmured, his voice tight.

Fiona's gaze remained sharp. "Good," she said. "Now, we should go talk to Nico and Dominatrixx Anastasia . To make sure he's okay and that this doesn't happen again."

John nodded, his mind racing. He couldn't believe he had lost control like that, especially in front of the entire club. He followed Fiona out of the office, his stride determined. As they approached Anastasia's office, he could hear Nico's voice, slightly muffled by the door.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. He knew he had to make things right, not just for the club's reputation, but for Nico's sake. When they entered, Nico looked up, his eyes red-rimmed but other wise calm. Anastasia looked up from her chair, her expression a mix of amusement and irritation.

The atmosphere between Nico and Anastasia was surprisingly calm and cheerfull, given the context. John felt his tension ease slightly as he saw Nico's eyes light up when he entered the room. Nico was sitting on the plush couch, his legs crossed, sipping a cup of tea that Anastasia had obviously made for him.

"John," Anastasia said, her voice warm and slightly mocking. "How lovely of you to join us."

John's jaw clenched, but he managed a nod, his eyes on Nico. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and sincere.

Nico looked at him, his expression unreadable. "I'm fine," he said, his voice calm.

John's eyes searched his, looking for any sign of fear or anger. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice tight.

Nico's expression softened slightly, and he set the tea down. "It's okay," he said, his voice gentle. "But maybe we can talk about it at home" he said looking at Anastasia, silently asking for permission.

Anastasia nodded, her expression understanding. "Of course," she said, standing up. "But John, we need to have a conversation about this," she said, her voice firm. "You can't just lash out at people, especially not in here."

John nodded, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "I know," he murmured. "I'm sorry."

Nico's eyes searched his for a moment before he nodded, his own anger seemingly evaporated. "It's okay," he said again, his voice gentle. "Let's just go home."

John's heart swelled with relief at Nico's forgiveness, but he knew it wasn't that simple. He nodded, taking Nico's hand and leading him out of the club. As they stepped into the cool night air, the tension between them was palpable, thick and heavy like a fog.

"I'm sorry," John said again, his voice sincere as they walked to the car. "I never meant to scare you or make you feel that way."

Nico didn't replied just sat behind the wheel.

John slid into the passenger seat, his heart racing. He knew he had to fix this, but he wasn't sure how. He had never felt so out of control before, and the thought of losing Nico was unbearable.

" What is this smell" John asked, the car really smelled sweet.

Nico's eyes met John's in the rearview mirror, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I bought cupcakes for us," he said, his voice holding a note of amusement. "I picked it up on the way here."

John's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth despite the tension. "Cupcakes?" he asked, his voice skeptical.

Nico nodded, his eyes still on the road. "Yeah," he said, his voice light. "I wanted to please you."

John felt a pang of guilt, his hand reaching out to squeeze Nico's shoulder gently. "I appreciate it," he murmured. "But you didn't have to do that."

Nico's eyes flicked to the side, meeting John's in the mirror for a brief moment before returning to the road. "I know," he said, his voice still holding that same note of amusement. "But I wanted to."

The silence between them grew thick again, the weight of the evening's events pressing down on John like a lead blanket. He knew he had to say something, to explain himself, but the words just wouldn't come.

" I am sorry, if I pushed and embarrased you at the dungeon, I just didn't expect we would start fighting" Nico said, his voice filled with genuine regret.

John took a deep breath, his hand resting on Nico's thigh. "You didn't," he said, his voice tight. "It's not your fault. I just... I lost control."

Nico's hand tightened on the steering wheel, his knuckles white. "I don't think your job is a joke," he said, his voice low and serious. " It is hard job, especially if done consensually"

John nodded, understanding what Nico was trying to say. "I know," he murmured. "It's just... I've never had to deal with this kind of... intrusion before."

Nico's eyes searched his profile for a moment before he spoke again. "I know it's hard," he said, his voice gentle. "But you're not alone in this. We're in this together."

John's chest tightened at the words, his hand squeezing Nico's thigh slightly. "I know," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you."

" Do you seriously think I would send someone out to spy on you?" Nico asked his hurt evident in his voice.

John looked at him, his eyes searching Nico's face in the dim light of the car. "I... I don't know what to think," he admitted, his voice tight. "Everything just feels so... off."

Nico nodded, his expression sympathetic. "I am sorry" he said, his voice soft. "But you have to trust me, John. I would never do anything to put you or the club in jeopardy."

John felt his resolve waver, the warmth of Nico's words seeping into his skin. "I do trust you," he murmured, his voice tight with emotion. "It's just... I've never had to deal with someone like Veronica before."

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving the road. "I know she's tough," he said, his voice gentle.

John took a deep breath, trying to let go of the anger and fear that had been coiling in his chest. "It's not just her," he admitted. "It's the whole situation. The raid, the club being watched, and now this... It's just too much."

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving the road ahead. "I am sorry this is hard for you, is there something I can do?," he said, his voice still gentle.

John leaned his head back against the headrest, his eyes closing. "I just need to get my head straight," he murmured. "This... this isn't who I am."

Nico's hand reached over, finding John's and giving it a squeeze. "We'll figure it out," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "Together."

John nodded, his grip tightening on Nico's hand. "I know," he murmured, his voice still tight with emotion. "But I can't help feeling like I've lost control."

" Would it help you if I gave you the names of the undercover subs? Of course you couldn't tell anyone!" Nico said, his voice tentative.

John's eyes snapped open, his gaze meeting Nico's in the mirror. "What?" he asked, his voice tight.

Nico's grip on the steering wheel loosened slightly. "I can give you the names of the undercover subs," he repeated, his voice firm. "It might help you feel more in control."

John's eyes searched Nico's face, weighing the offer. It was tempting, but he knew it wasn't the right thing to do. "No," he said finally, his voice tight. "That's not how this works. We can't compromise the integrity of your operation."

Nico's expression fell slightly, but he nodded. "I understand," he murmured.

John's hand slid over to cover Nico's on the gear stick, his thumb brushing over the back of Nico's hand. "Thank you," he said, his voice low. "For trusting me, even when I don't deserve it."

Nico's eyes met John's in the mirror, a small smile playing on his lips. "You do deserve it," he said, his voice firm. "You're a good man, John. A good Dom. I am sorry I said you aren't."

John's throat tightened, and he nodded, not trusting his voice to speak. He knew Nico was trying to make him feel better, but the words stung. He had lost control in a way that was unacceptable, and he had to fix it.

" Also" Nico started hesitantly, " I know we will fight again in the future" Nico took a deep breath, " but I will walk away next time you start screaming at me like that, we will continue the talk after we both calm down and talk it out, it is just... just that you are scary man when you are mad like that especially when I am a head smaller!"

John felt his stomach drop at the thought of losing Nico like that. He knew he had to find a way to deal with his emotions without letting them get the better of him. "I won't do it again," he said, his voice firm. "I promise."

Nico's smile grew a bit more genuine, and he squeezed John's hand. "Good," he said, his voice gentle. "Because I like having you around."

John nodded, his heart swelling with affection for the smaller man. "Me too," he murmured.

The rest of the drive home was quiet, the tension between them slowly dissipating as they both lost themselves in their own thoughts. When they finally pulled up to the house, John felt a sense of relief wash over him.

They entered the house, and Nico led the way to the kitchen, setting the cupcakes on the counter. "Would you like one?" he asked, his voice still gentle despite the earlier tension.

John nodded, his eyes on Nico's profile. He knew he had to fix this, had to find a way to regain Nico's trust. "Yes," he murmured, his voice tight.

" Shit" Nico murmurred.

John's gaze snapped to him, his heart racing. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice tight with concern.

Nico turned to face him, his expression sheepish. "I bought the ice cream filled ones but I didn't expect to be in the club that long" he said, his voice filled with a hint of laughter. "So they melted and now look deformed"

John couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of the sad, misshapen cupcakes. "It's okay," he said, his voice filled with affection. "They still look delicious."

Nico rolled his eyes, but his own smile grew a bit. "Well, they're supposed to be," he said, his voice holding a hint of pride. "I picked out the best ones."

John stepped closer, wrapping his arms around Nico from behind and pressing a kiss to his neck. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice still tight with emotion. "For everything."

Nico leaned back into his embrace, his own arms coming up to wrap around John's waist. "You're welcome," he said, his voice soft.

John's eyes searched the kitchen, his gaze landing on the bag of ice cream on the counter. "How about we make some new ones?" he suggested, his voice light.

Nico's eyes lit up, and he nodded eagerly. "Yeah," he said, his voice a mix of excitement and relief. "We can make some fresh ones, with the good stuff. But what about these ones?"

John's smile grew a bit more mischievous. "We can always feed them to the squirrels," he said, his voice low. "Or... we could do something else with them."

Nico's eyes widened, his cheeks flushing. "John," he said, his voice a warning.

John felt a thrill of excitement at the challenge in Nico's tone. "What?" he asked, his voice innocent. "You don't want to make a mess?"

Nico's eyes narrowed playfully. "You know I do," he said, his voice holding a hint of a growl. "But we need to bake the fresh ones"

John chuckled, releasing Nico and heading to the fridge to grab the ingredients. "Fine," he said, his voice light. "But just remember, you're going to have to clean up after us."

Nico's eyes sparkled with mischief as he pulled out the mixing bowl and wooden spoon. "Why me?" he said, his voice soft.

John's grin grew wider as he placed the ingredients on the counter. "Because you're the one who brought the deformed ones," he said, his voice teasing.

Nico stuck his tongue out at John, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Fine," he said, his voice playful. "I knew you go after looks."

John chuckled, reaching out to smear a bit of the melted frosting on Nico's nose. "Hey!" Nico protested, swiping at John's hand. The tension of the evening started to dissolve as they laughed together, the sweetness of the moment filling the kitchen.

"Alright, let's get serious," John said, his tone shifting to one of authority. "We need to bake these cupcakes."

Nico's playfulness remained. "Yes, Sir," he said, his voice clear and loud before turning into chuckle.

John couldn't help but smile at the familiar playfulness in Nico's voice. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice low and affectionate.

Nico's ckeeks flushed red and the corners of his mouth twitched upward. "So, what flavor do you want?" he asked, his voice light as he pulled out the batter and frosting.

John leaned against the counter, watching Nico's nimble hands as he began to mix the ingredients. "Strawberry," he said, his voice still holding a hint of amusement.

Nico's eyes lit up. "My favorite," he said, his voice filled with mischief. He bent over to grab the strawberry flavoring, his shirt riding up to reveal the smooth skin of his lower back. John couldn't help but admire the way the muscles of Nico's back rippled with every movement.

They worked in comfortable silence, the only sounds being the whirl of the mixer and the occasional clink of the spoon against the bowl. The aroma of freshly baked goods began to fill the air, mixing with the sweetness of the strawberry frosting. As they worked, John felt the knot in his stomach slowly loosen.

When the cupcakes were finally in the oven, John couldn't resist the urge to close the space between them. He stepped up behind Nico, his chest pressed to Nico's back, his hands sliding around to rest on the counter on either side of him. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice low and sincere.

Nico's breath hitched, and he leaned back into John's embrace. "For what?" he asked, his voice breathless.

John's lips brushed against Nico's ear. "For being here," he murmured. "For not giving up on me."

Nico's body relaxed against him, his eyes closing as he took in John's words. "I'm not going anywhere," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

John's arms tightened around him, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. "I know," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "But I just needed to hear it."

Nico leaned back into him, his hands stilling on the counter. "Then I will keep telling you that" he said, his voice quiet.

John felt a wave of warmth wash over him, and he pressed a gentle kiss to Nico's neck. "Thank you, you are amazing" he murmured again, his voice tight with emotion.

Nico's body shivered slightly at the contact, and he leaned back further into John's embrace. "You're welcome," he whispered, his voice filled with affection.

John's hands slid up to cup Nico's face, turning it so that their eyes met. The intensity of his gaze made Nico's pulse race. "I'm sorry," John said again, his voice earnest. "I'll do better."

Nico searched John's eyes, looking for any trace of doubt or insincerity. Finding none, he leaned into the touch, pressing his cheek into John's palm. "I know you will, and I will be better too," he murmured.

John felt a weight lift from his chest at Nico's words. "I love you," he said, his voice gruff with emotion.

Nico's eyes searched John's, his own expression softening. "I love you too," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness.

The timer on the oven dinged, interrupting the intimate moment. Nico pulled away with a sigh, turning to grab the oven mitts. "They're done," he said, his voice still quiet.

John stepped back, giving Nico space to remove the cupcakes from the oven. The sight of them, perfectly golden brown and smelling heavenly, brought a smile to his face. "Looks like we're in business," he said, his voice light.

Nico nodded, setting the pan on the cooling rack. "Indeed," he said, his voice still a bit shaky. "Now, for the frosting."

John's eyes followed Nico's every move as he carefully piped the strawberry frosting onto each cupcake, creating little swirls of sugary perfection. "You're so good at that," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration.

Nico glanced over his shoulder, a small smile playing on his lips. "Thanks," he said. "Here, stuff these with the icecream." Nico said handing John the decorated cupcakes.

John took them, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "My pleasure," he murmured, his voice low. He carefully pushed the cupcakes onto the nozzles of the ice cream tub, filling each one with a generous scoop of the cold, creamy treat.

Nico watched him, his heart racing at the sight of John's strong hands working so gently. "You know," he said, his voice casual despite the tension in the air. "I've never seen you do something so... domestic."

John chuckled, the sound low and rumbling. "There's a lot you don't know about me," he murmured, his eyes on the cupcakes.

Nico's gaze snapped to him, his heart racing. "Like what?" he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and nerves.

John looked up, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well," he said, his voice a low purr. "For starters, I'm pretty good at cleaning up."

Nico's cheeks flushed, but he couldn't help the way his body responded to John's words. "I'll keep that in mind," he murmured, his voice a bit breathless.

John's smirk grew wider as he licked the excess frosting off his fingers. "Good," he said, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "Because we're going to need to be very thorough."

Nico swallowed hard, his own hands shaking slightly as he finished the last cupcake. He put them in the fridge. He knew John was referring to more than just the cleanup. "I'm all for thorough," he said, his voice a bit more steady than he felt.

John stepped closer, his eyes dark with desire. "Good," he murmured, his voice a gentle command. "Because we're going to need to be very, very thorough."

Nico's breath hitched, his eyes never leaving John's. The air between them was charged with unspoken need and promise. "What do you have in mind?" he asked, his voice a soft whisper.

John's hand slid down to Nico's waist, his thumb tracing slow circles. "How about we start with these?" he murmured, his eyes flicking to the half-melted cupcakes on the counter.

Nico's eyes widened, understanding dawning. "Oh," he breathed, his voice husky. "That does sound... thorough."

John stepped closer, his body pressing against Nico's, his mouth brushing against his ear. "You know I like to be thorough," he whispered, his breath hot against Nico's skin.

Nico shivered, his eyes closing as John's hand slid down to cup his ass. "I'm counting on it," he murmured, his voice a low purr.

John's hand squeezed, and Nico felt his cock twitch in response. "Good," John said, his voice a gentle command. He took a step back, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "Now, let's get these cleaned up."

Nico's eyes followed John's hand as he picked up one of the deformed cupcakes, the frosting oozing out of the center. John took a bite, his eyes never leaving Nico's, the melted ice cream dripping down his chin. Nico couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight.

John took another bite, and then another, his expression thoughtful. "Mmm," he murmured. "They're not so bad."

Nico watched, his eyes wide with shock and arousal. "You're eating them like that?" he asked, his voice shaking slightly.

John took another bite, the sweetness of the strawberry melding with the coolness of the ice cream. "Why not?" he asked, his voice filled with mischief. "They're still delicious."

Nico's gaze was riveted on John's mouth, the way his teeth sank into the soft cake, the way his tongue darted out to catch the escaping frosting. He couldn't believe the sudden turn of events, but the desire pooling in his stomach was undeniable. "You're a mess," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal.

John grinned, a smear of pink on his chin. "Someone's got to be," he said, his voice low and seductive. He took another bite, the gesture deliberately sensual. "Want a taste?"

Nico's eyes darted to the half-eaten cupcake in John's hand. The sight of John's mouth, smeared with frosting, was too tempting to resist. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick the sweetness from John's skin. The taste of strawberry and sugar mingled with the salty warmth of John's flesh, sending a bolt of desire straight to his cock.

John groaned, his eyes closing in pleasure. He pulled Nico closer, capturing his mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. The cupcake was forgotten as their tongues danced together, the stickiness of the frosting a delicious contrast to the heat of their passion. Nico moaned into the kiss, his hands gripping John's ass as the kiss grew more intense.

John broke away, his breathing ragged. "Let's go to the bedroom," he murmured, his voice a command.

Nico nodded, his eyes glazed with lust. He knew what was coming, and he couldn't wait. They practically sprinted up, their need for each other palpable. As soon as they reached the bedroom, John spun Nico around, pressing him against the wall. He captured Nico's mouth again, his kisses bruising as he ground his erection against the detective's.

Nico's hands roamed over John's body, exploring every inch of him with desperate need. He could feel John's heart pounding against his chest, the rhythm matching his own. They were both lost in the moment, the argument forgotten as the heat between them consumed them.

John's hand slid down to the zipper of Nico's pants, tugging it down with an urgency that made Nico's knees weak. He stepped back, pulling Nico's pants and underwear down in one swift motion, exposing his hard cock to the cool air. Nico's eyes never left John's, his breath coming in short gasps as John dropped to his knees, his mouth watering at the sight.

John took Nico's length in his mouth, the detective's gasp echoing in the room. His tongue traced the veins, tasting the sweetness of Nico's skin and the faint saltiness of his precum. Nico's hands tangled in John's hair, his hips jerking forward as John's mouth worked him in deep, sucking and licking with an expertise that left Nico trembling.

John could feel Nico's muscles tightening, his body begging for release. He pulled back, his eyes meeting Nico's. "Do you want me to stop?" he murmured, his voice teasing.

Nico's eyes were wild with need. "No," he gasped, his voice a desperate plea. "Please, don't stop."

John's smirk grew, his eyes dark with desire. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice a low purr. He took Nico back into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head before taking him deeper again. Nico's moans grew louder, his body bucking against John's mouth.

John could feel Nico getting closer, his own cock straining against his jeans. He reached up his hand to cup his balls. Nico's moan grew louder, his hips jerking in response. John knew Nico was close, and he wanted to feel him come, to taste his release.

He pulled back, Nico's cock glistening with saliva and precum. "I want you to be good and come for me," John murmured, his voice a gentle command.

Nico's eyes fluttered closed, his body straining for more. "I will," he managed to say, his voice a ragged whisper.

John put his lips back on Nico's cock, taking him deep again. Nico's body arched, his hips pushing forward. John could feel the detective's thighs quivering, his balls tightening in his hand. He sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing as he worked Nico's shaft.

With a strangled cry, Nico came, his body jerking as he shot his load into John's mouth. John swallowed, the warmth and saltiness of Nico's cum filling him with satisfaction. He pulled back, his eyes meeting Nico's, which were glazed with pleasure.

Nico's chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his eyes never leaving John's. "Fuck," he murmured, his voice shaky.

John stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "You taste so good," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction.

Nico couldn't help but smile, his legs still trembling from the intense orgasm. "Thanks," he murmured, his voice still breathless.

John picked Nico up and carried him to the bed, laying him down gently. His own pants were hastily unbuckled and pushed aside, his cock springing free, thick and ready. Nico's eyes widened at the sight, his chest still heaving from his climax. John climbed onto the bed, his knees pressing into the mattress on either side of Nico's hips.

" So" John started " How about this" he leaned down and kissed Nico's collarbones, " You will give me a blow job and then we will watch a TV while I will be balls deep in you and eating cupcakes" he said moving to Nico's neck and caressing his hips " or I can fuck you sensless and then eat the cupcakes?"

Nico's breath hitched, his body already responding to John's words. "I think I like the first option," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

John grinned, his eyes dark with lust. "Good boy," he murmured, his hands sliding down to Nico's thighs. He kissed Nico his tongue swirling around his. Nico's moan was music to John's ears, his body arching up off the bed.

John sat back, his eyes on Nico's cock, already half-hard again. "Suck me," he murmured, his voice a gentle command. Nico eagerly leaned up, taking John's cock in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the head, tasting the precum that beaded at the tip. John groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Nico's mouth was warm and welcoming, his teeth gently scraping the sensitive skin as he took John deeper. John's hips began to rock, his hands fisting in the sheets as he lost himself in the sensation. He watched as Nico's cheeks hollowed, his throat working as he swallowed John's length. The sight was intoxicating, and John felt in control again.

" Such a good boy" John praised, " Doing so good, but don't forget to breathe" he added with a chuckle. Nico pulled back for a brief moment, panting and smiling up at John, before diving back down to take him in again. John's hand came to rest on the back of Nico's head, guiding him, setting the pace.

The TV flickered to life, casting a soft blue glow over the room. John reached for the remote, his eyes still locked on Nico's. He turned the volume down low, so the sounds of their lovemaking wouldn't be drowned out by the background noise. The show was some reality TV drama, but John's attention was solely on the detective before him.

Nico took John's cock back into his mouth, his eyes fluttering shut as he focused on the task at hand. His tongue danced around the shaft, exploring every inch of him, teasing the sensitive spot just below the head. John's hips rolled in response, a low groan escaping his lips.

Nico's breath hitched and he choked on John's cock, John realised Nico came untouched while still having John in his mouth and John felt a sense of pride that he could bring him to climax without any other stimulation. He pulled Nico's head back, stroking his hair gently. "Good boy," he murmured, "you can swallow it all."

Nico did, his eyes watering slightly from the effort. He looked up at John, his gaze filled with a mix of satisfaction and need. Swallowing all of John's cum, he licked his lips, savoring the taste.

John couldn't help but praise Nico's dedication, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Perfect," he murmured, his hand coming up to cup Nico's cheek. He leaned down, kissing him deeply, the taste of Nico's mouth still mingled with the saltiness of his own release.

They laid back on the bed, the TV playing in the background, their bodies entwined as they caught their breath. " Pick whatever you wish in the TV, I will grab the cupcakes" John said, his voice still a little shaky from the intense climax.

Nico nodded, his eyes still a bit glazed with desire as he reached for the remote. He flipped through the channels, finally settling on an animal planet. "This is good," he murmured, his voice still a bit hoarse.

John smirked, standing up to grab the cupcakes from the fridge.

movements. "That's it, beautiful," he murmured, his voice a low growl of approval. Nico's cheeks flushed, but he didn't stop. He loved the feeling of being filled by John, the way his body responded to every touch and command.

The TV played on, the sharks forgotten as they lost themselves in the rhythm of their lovemaking. Nico's breath grew ragged, his eyes closing as he focused on the sensations building inside him. John's cock was a constant presence, filling him completely and leaving him feeling claimed and owned.

John's hand found Nico's cock, his grip firm and sure. He began to stroke him in time with Nico's movements, his own hips rocking up to meet the detective's downward thrusts. The friction was exquisite, the pressure building with each stroke. Nico's eyes flew open, his gaze locking with John's.

John's eyes were dark with desire, his own breathing growing more labored as he watched Nico's reactions. He knew exactly how to touch him, how to make him moan and beg for more. His hand moved faster, his thumb circling Nico's sensitive head as he felt the detective's orgasm building.

Nico's eyes never left John's, the connection between them palpable. He could feel the pressure building, the need for release growing more intense with each stroke. His hips began to move in earnest, his body desperate for the climax that was just out of reach.

John's eyes never left Nico's, his own desire mirrored in the detective's gaze. He could feel his own orgasm approaching, his balls tightening with each stroke. "Come for me,my love" he murmured, his voice a gentle command.

Nico's body stiffened, his eyes squeezing shut as he came, his cock pulsing in John's hand. John's own climax followed, his cock spasming deep inside Nico as he filled him with his cum. They lay there, panting and trembling, their bodies slick with sweat and sticky with frosting.

John leaned down, kissing Nico softly, the taste of strawberry still lingering on his tongue. "Mmm," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You're delicious."

Nico couldn't help but smile, his cheeks flushing at the compliment. He pulled John closer, their bodies fitting together perfectly. "So are you," he murmured, his voice still a bit breathless.

John chuckled, his hand sliding down to cup Nico's ass, his fingers tracing the crevice before dipping lower to tease his still-sensitive hole with his cock inside. Nico's body jerked in response, his breath hitching.

"I don't know how people can do double penetrations," Nico panted, his body feeling like it was on fire.

John chuckled, his hand still resting on Nico's ass. "It takes practice," he murmured, his voice a gentle tease.

Nico opened his eyes, his gaze meeting John's. "I love you" he said, his voice a bit shaky. "But for now, I think I've had enough."

John's smile grew, his eyes softening as he leaned down to kiss Nico again. "I love you too," he murmured, his voice full of affection. He gently pulled out, his cock slipping from Nico's body with a wet pop.

They lay there for a moment, their hearts pounding in sync. The room was filled with the sweet scent of strawberries and sex, a heady mix that made John's chest tighten with happiness. He reached for a napkin, wiping the frosting from Nico's chin before tossing it aside.

"You know," John said, his voice a lazy drawl, "I never knew cupcakes could be such a turn-on."

Nico didn't respond.

John looked down at him, a smirk playing on his lips. "What's wrong, detective?" he asked, his voice a low purr.

Nico's eyes remained closed, his chest rising in peaceful rythms.

"Did you just fall asleep on me?" John asked, smile playing on his lips as he propped himself on his elbow to look at Nico's serene face. The detective's chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his lips curved in a contented smile. John couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through him at the sight.

He leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on Nico's forehead. "I guess that's what happens when you get fucked into oblivion," he murmured, his voice filled with affection. He took a moment to savor the feeling of Nico's warm body pressed against his, the sticky mess of frosting and cum between them. It was a mess, but it was their mess, and it was beautiful in its own way.

John slid out of bed, his muscles protesting after their intense session. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom, cleaning himself up before returning to Nico. He gently wiped the detective's body, taking care not to disturb him. Once he was satisfied that Nico was clean, he slid back into bed, pulling the covers over them both.

The TV was still playing, the sound of the ocean waves from the nature documentary soothing. John reached for the remote, turning the volume down even further. He didn't want to wake Nico, but the soft sounds helped him relax, his mind slowly unwinding from the tension of the evening.

He studied Nico's face in the dim light, the lines of his cheekbones and the way his hair fell across his forehead. Despite the intensity of their encounter, there was a peacefulness to him that John found incredibly alluring. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes, his heart swelling with affection.

The bruise forming on his chin from John's grasp was a stark reminder of the intensity of their earlier argument.

John's eyes followed the path of the bruise, his gaze softening. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to the spot. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice thick with regret. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

John hugged him tighter, feeling the warmth of Nico's body against his own. He didn't know what the future held for them, but he knew that he couldn't bear the thought of losing him. The club's drama and the undercover work were just complications, but their love was real.

"We'll figure it out," John murmured into Nico's hair. "We'll get through this."

The sleep finaly claimed John as well, the rhythmic sound of Nico's breathing and the distant TV lulling him into a peaceful oblivion. Hours later, the light from the moon streamed through the blinds, casting shadows across the room. John's eyes fluttered open, his gaze landing on Nico's peaceful form beside him. He felt a pang of guilt for his earlier behavior.

He gently untangled himself from Nico's embrace and slipped out of bed, making his way to the kitchen. The house was quiet, the only sound the ticking of the clock on the wall. He grabbed a glass of water, the cold liquid soothing his dry throat. As he sipped, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in his stomach.

Was he losing control? Was he really capable of hurting Nico? The thought was unbearable. John knew that Nico was strong, resilient, and could handle a lot, but the bruise was a stark reminder that he had crossed a line. He set the glass down with a thunk, his hand shaking slightly.

Taking a deep breath, he padded back to the bedroom, the floor cool against his bare feet. Nico was still asleep, his breathing even and deep. John slid back into bed, his arms wrapping around the detective's waist.

Was he the Dominant he thought he was? The one who was always in charge, who knew exactly what to do and when to do it? Or was he just a man with a temper, hiding behind the facade of a BDSM club? John's thoughts swirled as he held Nico close, the detective's warmth seeping into his own body. He didn't know what he was anymore, but he knew that he didn't want to lose Nico.

Nico stirred in his sleep, his body shifting closer to John's. The bruise on his chin was faint, but it was still there. John leaned in, kissing it softly, whispering another apology into the quiet room. He knew that trust was fragile, especially in their line of work.

The club was a place where boundaries were pushed and power dynamics played out, but it was also a place where people went to escape the harsh realities of their lives. For John, it was a place where he could be in control, where he could give pleasure without judgment. But now, with Nico's job and their relationship at a crossroads, those boundaries were blurring.

John took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of their mingled sweat and the faint aroma of strawberry frosting. With Nico sleeping so peacefully, next to him John felt a sense of responsibility that was as heavy as it was thrilling. He knew that the detective had entrusted him with not just his body, but also his heart.

John's hand slid down Nico's back, tracing the line of his spine to the curve of his ass. He squeezed gently, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin. Nico's breath hitched, but he didn't wake.

John's mind drifted to the club and the rules that had been in place for so long. He had always prided himself on his ability to read people, to know their limits and push them just enough to give them what they needed.

But Nico was different. He was so much more. He was his partner, his lover, his confidant. The thought of losing him was like a knife twisting in John's gut.

John knew he had to be better, to be more careful. To be the man Nico deserved. He couldn't let his emotions control him like that again.

John knew how it was when Nico didn't trust him, when they first met. Now, the shoe was on the other foot, and it pinched. He didn't want to be the one causing Nico doubt. So, as he lay there, he made a silent vow to work on his temper and his control. He didn't want to lose the one person who truly knew him, who saw through the Dom mask and loved him anyway.

The morning came too soon, the sun's rays peeking through the blinds. John felt Nico stir beside him, his eyes fluttering open. The detective's gaze was soft, melting John's heart, as he offered a sleepy smile.

"Good morning," Nico murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.

John returned the smile, his thumb continuing to stroke Nico's back. "Morning," he said, his voice gentle.

Nico's hand reached back, finding John's, their fingers intertwining. "Hi," he murmured, his voice a comforting balm to John's soul.

John chuckled, "Hi"

Nico shifted, the warmth of John's body and the comfort of the bed tempting him to stay put. But the day was calling, and he had a feeling it was going to be a busy one. "We should get ready," he said, reluctance clear in his voice.

John nodded, his arms tightening around Nico for a brief moment before releasing him. "Yeah," he murmured, his eyes lingering on the detective's form as he slid out of bed.

John started to get ready while Nico was still laying in bed, starring at John's strong back as he put on his clothes. He felt a strange mix of emotions - love, lust, fear, and anger all jumbled together. He knew that their relationship was going to be a rollercoaster, especially with their jobs colliding in such an unexpected way.

" Aren't you getting ready?" John asked, glancing over his shoulder as he zipped up his jeans.

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving John's body. "In a minute," he said, his voice a bit husky. " I don't want to deal with todays case yet"

John chuckled, turning to face Nico. "You can't hide from your job," he said, his voice teasing.

" What's the case?" John asked, his curiosity piqued as he buttoned his shirt.

Nico sat up, the sheets pooling around his waist. "A pet play" he said, his voice still a bit sleepy. " People on the leash and in cages,...it is like a ridicule to the people who are being sold."

John's expression grew serious, understanding the gravity of Nico's words. "I know it's not all fun and games for everyone," he said, his voice gentle. "But we have to remember, it's all consensual."

Nico nodded, his eyes meeting John's. "I know," he said, his voice low. "But sometimes it isn't... and that is why I am there"

John's expression grew serious as he approached the bed, sitting down beside Nico. "I know you're there to help," he said, his hand reaching out to squeeze Nico's. "But you can't save everyone."

Nico looked down at their entwined fingers, his eyes dark with emotion. "But why cannot I save everyone? Sometimes it scares me that out off all people there I had missed just the one who needed me to see them and help them "he murmured.

John leaned in, his forehead resting against Nico's. "You do more than you know," he said, his voice soft. "And you're not alone in this. There are others at the club who care about the people, who will help you if you need it."

Nico nodded, his eyes filling with unshed tears. "I know," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "But it keeps me up at night sometimes, that I didn't ask more, didn't probe more, didn't see the signs."

John wrapped his arms around Nico, pulling him into a tight embrace. "You're not superhuman, Nico," he whispered into his ear. "You can't be everywhere at once. And you're doing more than enough."

Nico leaned into John's embrace, his body relaxing slightly. "I just don't want to fail," he murmured, his voice muffled against John's chest.

John held him tightly, feeling the warmth of Nico's body against his own. "You won't," he assured him, his voice firm. "But you have to remember to take care of yourself too."

Nico nodded, his arms wrapping around John's waist. "I got that secured, I got fed, fucked and cleaned, I am lucky man," he said chuckling.

John pulled back, a smile playing on his lips. "And loved," he added, his eyes searching Nico's.

Nico's cheeks flushed, his eyes dropping to their joined hands. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice a bit shaky. "Loved."

John leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Nico's forehead. "Always," he assured him.

They shared a quiet moment, the weight of their conversation lingering in the air. Then, with a sigh, Nico sat up, the sheets sliding down to reveal his naked body. "I should get going," he said, his voice still a bit rough.

John nodded, standing up and offering Nico a hand. "Do you need a ride?" he asked, his voice concerned.

Nico took John's hand, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet. "No, I'll grab an Uber," he said, his eyes searching John's. "I need to go in early, brief the team."

John nodded, his own eyes reflecting a mix of concern and understanding. "Be safe," he murmured, leaning in to kiss Nico goodbye.

Their lips met, the kiss lingering as they both held onto the moment for just a bit longer. Nico's hand came up to cup John's cheek, his thumb brushing over the stubble.

John pulled back, his eyes searching Nico's. "Call me if you need anything," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

Nico nodded, his eyes still locked on John's. "I will," he promised, his hand lingering on John's cheek. " If I call that I need you to fuck me, will you rush to the club I am in a do it?" Nico asked clearly joking.

John chuckled, the tension in the room dissipating slightly. "For you, I'd do it," he teased, his thumb tracing the curve of Nico's lower lip. "But maybe not in the middle of your stakeout."

Nico grinned, the mood between them lightening," You are no fun" he said, his voice dripping with innuendo.

John smacked Nico's ass lightly, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "Get dressed," he said, his voice still laced with humor. "I'll make you some coffee to go."

Nico pouted, but the smile on his face didn't fade as he grabbed his clothes and began to get dressed. John watched him, his gaze lingering on the detective's firm ass as he pulled on his pants.

"I'll make it strong," John said, heading to the kitchen. "You're going to need it."

The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as John poured a steaming cup for Nico. He added a spoonful of sugar and a dash of milk, just the way Nico liked it.

Nico emerged from the bedroom, fully dressed in his usual sharp suit, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the coffee. "Oh, the care and love," he murmured, taking the cup from John's outstretched hand.

John couldn't help but smirk as he watched Nico take a sip, his eyes closing in pleasure. "It's the least I can do for my favorite detective," he said, leaning against the kitchen counter.

Nico's eyes snapped open, his gaze meeting John's with a playful glint. "Favorite, huh?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "I'll remember that the next time I will be alone with you."

John chuckled, his eyes darkening with desire at the thought. "You'd better," he said, his voice a low growl.

Nico took a deep breath, taking the coffee. "I actually do have to go. Work calls" he said, his voice a bit shaky, "Bring pleasure to your clients."

John nodded, his smile fading slightly as he watched Nico head for the door. "Be careful," he called after him.

Nico turned, a small smile playing on his lips. "Always," he said, his eyes serious. He paused for a moment, as if considering something, then took a step back towards John. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice sincere. "For... everything." He kissed him again and then left.

John watched the door close behind Nico, the sound echoing through the apartment. He felt a strange mix of emotions - pride in Nico's strength, fear for his safety, and a gnawing doubt about his own behavior. He knew he had to work on his temper, especially now that their worlds were colliding in such a dangerous way.

He walked over to the bed, running his hand over the sheets that still smelled faintly of strawberry frosting. The sight of the bruise on Nico's chin was a stark reminder of his loss of control. He made a silent promise to himself to never let it happen again.

John took a deep breath, his gaze drifting to the clock on the bedside table. Time was ticking, and he had his own responsibilities to attend to. With a sigh, he straightened up, his eyes lingering on the rumpled bed before heading to the shower. The hot water cascading over his body washed away the stickiness of their encounter but not the heaviness of his thoughts.

As he dried off, John's mind replayed the conversation they had just had. Nico's job was dangerous, and he knew that all too well. But what if he was the one causing the detective additional stress?

John took a deep breath, pushing the thought aside as he dressed in his club attire. He had to focus on his own responsibilities. He had clients to attend to, and he couldn't let his personal life affect his work.

The club was already bustling by the time John arrived, the sound of whips cracking and moans filling the air. He greeted Fiona with a nod, her eyes assessing him with a knowing look. "Everything okay?" she asked, her voice low.

John forced a smile, "Fine," he replied, his tone clipped. He knew she was aware of the undercover operation and the tension it brought. "Just need to focus on work."

Fiona nodded, her expression understanding. "We all have our battles to fight," she said, patting his shoulder gently. "But remember, we're here for you too."

John nodded, his smile tight. "Thanks," he murmured, heading towards the back to prepare for his first session of the night.

As he sat in his office, knock on his doors broke the silence. It was Sir Dominic, his smug face plastered with a smile that was all teeth. " I realy enjoyed, yesterday show" he announced with a smirk, " your little acquaintance really grounded you"

John felt his temper rising but he kept it in check, "What do you want?" he asked, his voice deceptively calm.

Sir Dominic's smirk grew wider. "Just a friendly chat," he said, sauntering into the room and taking a seat without being invited. "I saw you had quite the night with the detective. Tell me, is this what attracted you to him? Someone who can humiliate you, " What dominance?" Ah still makes me chuckle."

John's jaw clenched, his hand itching to slap the smug expression off Dominic's face. "What do you want?" he repeated, his voice low and even.

Dominic leaned back in the chair, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, I just wanted to make sure you're okay," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You know, after your little... slip-up."

John's grip on the chair tightened, his knuckles turning white. "There was no slip-up," he said through gritted teeth. "It was a misunderstanding."

Sir Dominic's smile never wavered. "Of course, of course," he said, waving a dismissive hand. "But still, it's quite the scandal, isn't it? The great John, brought to his knees by a such a small caricature with a badge."

John's eyes narrowed, his control slipping slightly. "What's your point?" he asked, his voice a warning growl.

Sir Dominic leaned forward, his eyes shrewd. "My point is, maybe it's time for you to remember your place," he said, his voice a low purr. "You're not invincible, John. You're just a man with a whip and a title."

John's eyes flashed with anger, but he held it in check. "My personal life doesn't concern you," he said, his voice a low rumble. "And my place is in the dungeon, serving my clients and making sure they get what they need."

Sir Dominic's smile grew even wider. "Ah, but it does concern me when it affects the club's reputation," he said, his tone still light and mocking. "After all, we can't have our best Dominant losing his touch, can we?"

John felt a muscle in his jaw tick, but he kept his cool. "You're overstepping," he warned, his voice low and menacing.

Sir Dominic's smile didn't falter. "Am I?" he challenged, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Or am I just pointing out the obvious? After all, the club's reputation is at stake. And if our most prized Dominant can't even keep his emotions in check what does that say about the rest of us?"

John's temper was a simmering pot ready to boil over, but he knew better than to let it show. He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving Dominic's. "My personal life is my own," he said firmly. "And my skills in the dungeon are not in question."

Sir Dominic leaned back, his smug smile fading slightly. "Very well," he said, his tone still laced with challenge. "But your little whore got few Doms talking and I said I would ask."

John's grip on the chair tightened further, his eyes narrowing to slits. "Nico is not a 'whore', and you will not disrespect him in my presence," he warned, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.

Sir Dominic held up his hands in mock surrender. "My apologies," he said, his tone still dripping with sarcasm. "But you must admit, it's quite the juicy gossip."

John stood up, his towering frame casting a shadow over the other man. "I don't care what you think," he said, his voice icy.

Sir Dominic met his gaze, unflinching. "I'm just saying, you might want to be more careful," he said, his voice still holding that mocking lilt. "You never know who's watching. But back what the Dominants wanted"

John's eyes narrowed, his fists clenching at his sides. "What are you implying?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Sir Dominic's smile grew wider, enjoying the reaction he was getting from John. "To put it simply they were...interested in your little guy ," he said, his eyes glinting. "I may have implied that Nico is all up for free use"

John's eyes went cold, his entire body going tense. "You did what?" he asked, his voice dangerously calm.

Sir Dominic leaned back in his chair, seemingly unfazed by John's reaction. "I may led them to believe that your little detective friend is ... open to sugesstions" he said with a shrug. "In other words, ready to get fucked by as many Dominats at once as humanly possible"

John's rage boiled over, and before he could think, he had Dominic by the throat, slamming him against the wall. "You stay the fuck away from Nico," he snarled, his eyes burning with fury. "Do you understand me?"

Sir Dominic's smug expression turned to one of surprise and fear, his eyes wide as he struggled to breathe.

"I said," John repeated, his grip tightening, "you stay the fuck away from Nico."

Sir Dominic's face grew red, his eyes wide with genuine fear. He managed a choking nod. "I... I understand," he gasped.

John released him, his chest heaving with anger. "Good," he said, his voice still a low growl. "Because if I hear one word about you or anyone else laying a hand on him without his consent, I will kill you."

Sir Dominic coughed, rubbing his throat as he straightened his tie. "John," he said, his voice a mix of fear and outrage. "You can't just go around making threats like that."

John stepped back, his eyes still blazing. "It's not a threat," he said, his voice cold and calm. "It's a promise."

Sir Dominic's smugness was gone, replaced by a healthy dose of fear. He nodded again, his eyes darting around the room as if looking for an escape. "I'll... I'll keep that in mind," he rasped, his hand still on his throat.

John's gaze never left him, his eyes unyielding. "See that you do," he said, his voice still dangerously calm.

Sir Dominic swallowed hard, nodding again before slipping out of the room, his earlier confidence shattered.

John took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He knew he couldn't let his anger get the better of him, especially at the club. But the thought of anyone else touching Nico in such a way, especially after what they had shared, was unbearable. He couldn't let his personal feelings endanger Nico's job, or worse, their relationship.

He turned to the mirror, smoothing out his shirt and adjusting his tie. He had to keep it together. For Nico. For the club. For himself.

John took a moment to compose himself before walking out into the hallway, where the sound of footsteps and hushed conversations grew louder. The club was a place of business, and he had a job to do. He couldn't let his personal feelings get in the way of that.

As he approached the dungeon, he saw a group of Dominants huddled together, their eyes following him as he passed. He knew they had heard the rumors, and he could feel their curiosity like a physical weight. He ignored them, focusing instead on the evening ahead.

John's first client was a young submissive named Rachel, who was eager to experience a taste of his infamous control. He led her to a private room, the sound of her trembling breaths music to his ears. The scene was intense, but he kept it within the boundaries they had agreed upon. Rachel left the room with a look of bliss on her face, and John felt a small sense of satisfaction.

The scene went great, John was in complete control, Rachel left satissfied, but his mind was elsewhere. As he cleaned up the room, he couldn't shake off the conversation with Sir Dominic. The thought of Nico being used by other dominants as a mere plaything fueled his anger and protectiveness.

John took a deep breath, trying to calm down. He knew he had to be careful, not only for Nico's safety but also for the sake of his job. He decided to talk to Nico about it later, when they were both off duty.

Domintrix Diana and Master Rio, walked in to the room, their leather attire creaking with each step. "John," Diana said, her voice a sultry purr. "We talked to Sir Dominic, and well...let's say we are more then interrested, you know we never back down from chalenge!" She said with a smirk.

" It would be fun to break someone this rude to their Dom" Master Rio added.

John's jaw clenched, his hand tightening around the leather flogger. "No" he said, his voice strong . "Nico is off-limits."

Dominatrix Diana raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flickering across her face. "But John," she purred, "he's such a tempting little morsel. And you know the club rules. If a sub is not claimed, they're fair game."

John's eyes narrowed, the flogger in his hand flexing slightly. "Nico is mine," he said firmly. "And he's not sub. He's a detective, and he's here to do a job. You lay a finger on him without my consent, and you'll regret it."

Dominatrix Diana and Master Rio exchanged glances, their smirks fading slightly at the steel in John's voice. "Very well," Diana said, her tone conceding. "But remember, John, we all have our desires. And if he's willing..."

John's grip on the flogger tightened. "I said no," he repeated, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Nico is not just anyone's toy."

Master Rio stepped closer, his eyes challenging. "So he is just your toy?," he said, his voice low.

John's eyes never left theirs, his voice a low rumble. "Nico is not a toy. He's a man, and he's my partner," he corrected firmly.

Dominatrix Diana's smile turned into a pout. "A partner, really?" she mused, her eyes traveling over John's body.

John's expression was unyielding. "Yes," he said, his voice leaving no room for doubt. "And if you have a problem with that, take it up with me, not him."

Dominatrix Diana's eyes narrowed, but she backed down, a smirk playing on her lips. "Very well," she said, her voice a low purr. "But maybe he shouldn't be saying he is interested to play with others, if he is yours"

Master Rio chuckled, his gaze flicking between John and the flogger. "It's just a bit of fun," he said, his voice light. "But if you say no, we'll respect that."

John nodded curtly, his eyes never leaving theirs. "Good," he said, his voice still firm. "But Nico never said this, Dominic made it up just to fuck with me."

Master Rio shrugged, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Ah, the games we play," he said, his voice light. "But we'll respect your relationship."

Dominatrix Diana stepped closer, her hand trailing over John's chest. "It's just a shame," she murmured, her eyes on his. "He's quite the catch."

John's jaw tightened, but he didn't move away from her touch. "Back off," he said, his voice a warning growl. "Nico is not a game to me."

Dominatrix Diana's smirk grew, her eyes flicking down to John's crotch. "I can see that," she said, her voice low and suggestive. "But maybe you'd like to show us how much you truly care for him. A little demonstration, perhaps?"

John's hand clenched around the flogger, his knuckles turning white. "I don't need to prove anything to you," he said, his voice a low growl. "And Nico is not your entertainment."

Master Rio laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Ah, so protective," he said, stepping closer. "It's quite endearing, really."

John took a step back, his expression unreadable. "My relationship with Nico is not your concern," he said, his voice firm. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have clients to attend to."

Dominatrix Diana and Master Rio shared a knowing look before leaving the room, their laughter echoing down the hall. John couldn't shake the feeling that they weren't done with the matter, but he had to push it aside for now. He had a club to run and clients to satisfy.

The day was extremly draining for John, scenes were great he was in his prime, however the Dominants were bothering John the whole day because of Dominic's lie and it was taking a toll on him. He couldn't wait for the club to close so he could go home to Nico.

As the night drew to a close, John made his way to the office, his thoughts racing with the conversation he needed to have with Nico. He knew that he had to be honest about the rumors and the dangers they posed.

The club's lights dimmed, and the sounds of the dungeon grew quieter. John took a seat behind his desk, his eyes scanning the empty chairs across from him. He was about to text Nico when there was a knock at the door.

"John," Fiona called out, her voice firm but gentle. "We need to talk."

John's eyes snapped up from his phone, and he nodded, gesturing for her to enter. She walked in, her tall frame filling the doorway, her expression a mix of concern and sternness.

"What's going on?" she asked, closing the door behind her.

John leaned back in his chair, the tension in his shoulders palpable. "It's about Nico," he began, his voice tight. "Sir Dominic has been spreading lies about him being up for grabs. I've had to deal with other Dominants all night."

Fiona's eyes narrowed, her expression turning from concern to anger. "What?!" she hissed. "What's the extent of it?"

John rubbed his temples, his voice weary. "They think Nico is open to... anything," he said, his jaw clenching at the thought. "They've been pestering me all night, hinting at wanting to play with him."

Fiona's eyes flashed with anger. "That son of a bitch," she murmured. "I'll deal with Dominic. This is unacceptable."

John nodded, his shoulders slumping with relief. "Thank you," he said, his voice tired. "I just want to keep Nico safe."

Fiona's expression softened. "I know," she said, her voice understanding. "And I'll make sure he is. I'll talk to the other Dominants, set them straight. You just focus on your work."

John nodded, feeling a weight lift from his chest. "Thank you," he said, his voice genuine.

Fiona nodded, her expression serious. "It's my job to ensure everyone's safety and consent is respected here," she said firmly. "Now, go home to your man if you are done. I'll handle this."

John hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking to the clock. It was late, and he knew Nico would be waiting. With a grateful nod, he stood up and made his way to the locker room to grab his things. As he walked out of the club, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease.

The cool night air hit him as he stepped onto the street, the sounds of the city a stark contrast to the controlled chaos of the dungeon. He climbed into his car, the leather interior still warm from the day's sun, and started the engine. His mind raced with thoughts of Nico, their conversation earlier, and the looming shadow of Sir Dominic's deceit.

John's phone buzzed with an incoming message from Nico: "Hey, I'm wrapping up. Be home soon. Can't wait to see you." His heart clenched at the thought of Nico's innocence in all this. He had to tell him the truth, but how?

As John pulled into the driveway, the house was bathed in a warm glow, a stark contrast to the coldness of the club's dungeon. He took a deep breath before entering, finding Nico in the living room, looking exhausted but with a hint of excitement in his eyes.

"Hey," Nico said, setting his phone aside. "How was your night?"

John's gaze fell on him, and he knew he couldn't keep the truth from Nico any longer. "It was... complicated," he admitted, his voice tight.

Nico looked up at him, the excitement in his eyes fading slightly. "What happened?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

John sat down next to him on the couch, his hands clenched into fists. "Sir Dominic," he began, his jaw tight. "He's been spreading rumors about you at the club."

Nico's eyes widened. " Well it wouldn't be the first time" he said, his voice low.

John's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching. "But this time it's different," he said, his voice tight with anger. "He's telling everyone you're up for free use, that you're open to playing with any Dom."

Nico's face paled, his eyes widening in shock. "What?!" he gasped. "That's not true! That is insane! Why would he do that?"

John's jaw tightened. "Because he's a fucking prick," he said, his voice laced with anger. "And because he enjoys stirring the pot. But I set the record straight with everyone who came to me."

Nico swallowed hard, his heart racing. "What did you tell them?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

John's eyes bore into his, his voice firm. "I told them you're mine," he said. "And that anyone who lays a hand on you without my consent will die by my hand."

Nico's breath hitched, a mix of fear and arousal flitting across his features. "John," he whispered, his eyes searching John's face. "You don't have to do that for me."

John's hand reached out, cupping Nico's cheek firmly. "Yes, I do," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "I care about you, Nico. And I won't let anyone disrespect you like that."

Nico's eyes searched John's, a storm of emotions brewing within him. "Thank you," he murmured, leaning into the touch.

John leaned in, his gaze intense. "But we need to talk about this," he said, his thumb tracing Nico's jawline. "Your job is important, but so is your safety. And I can't have people thinking they can just...use you."

Nico's eyes searched John's, the fear slowly giving way to something else. "Well I assume they won't jump me the second I step my foot in the club," he said, his voice a mix of pride and determination. "But if I do get approached I will explain it as well"

John's expression softened, his thumb still caressing Nico's cheek. "I know you can handle yourself," he said, his voice gentle. "But I can't stand the thought of anyone hurting you."

Nico leaned into the touch, his eyes searching John's. "I understand," he said, his voice a whisper. "But I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself."

John's grip on Nico's face tightened slightly. "I know you can," he said, his voice a low growl. "But that doesn't mean I won't protect you."

Nico's breath hitched, his eyes fluttering shut as John's thumb stroked his cheek. "I know," he whispered. "I appreciate it."

John leaned in, his eyes searching Nico's. "I need to know that you understand the seriousness of this," he said, his voice low and urgent.

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving John's. "I do," he murmured. "But I'm not going to let this ruin my job or our relationship."

John's gaze softened, his thumb continuing to caress Nico's cheek. "We'll figure it out," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "But right now, I just want to hold you."

Nico nodded, his eyes still closed, a soft smile playing on his lips. John pulled him into his arms, holding him tightly as if he could protect him from the world just by the force of his embrace. They sat there for a moment, the tension of the day slowly seeping away.

" I also have something to talk to you about" Nico said, his voice a mix of excitement and nervousness.

John's eyes searched Nico's, his expression unreadable. "What is it?" he asked, his voice tight.

"So, you know what I think about Dom and Sub dynamics, that they are inheretly abusive or will inevetably turn into one" Nico began, his voice a bit shaky but determined.

John stiffened slightly, his arms tightening around Nico's waist. "What about it?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

Nico took a deep breath, his heart racing as he gathered his thoughts. "Well, you are a Dominant in the end of the day" he began, his voice shaky. "And I was talking to one of the Dammes at the club who likes me even as a cop and I told her about our fight"

John's eyes narrowed slightly, his grip on Nico tightening. "What did she say?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

Nico took a deep breath. "Lot of things," he continued, his voice steady. "But mainly what I took from it is that sense of control is really important to Doms."

John's gaze was intense, his eyes searching Nico's face. "And what does that mean to you?" he asked, his voice tight.

Nico took a deep breath, his heart racing as he spoke. "She suggested few things that may work for Dominants, to gain their control back" he said, his voice shaky, " And I picked one"

John's eyes searched Nico's, his curiosity piqued. "What did you pick?" he asked, his voice a mix of wariness and anticipation.

Nico took a deep breath, his heart racing. "Well I just want to make it clear that I don't want to be your sub or be in BDSM type of relationship, the whole power imbalance thing makes me uncomfortable" he murmured.

John's eyes searched Nico's, his expression unreadable. "I understand," he said, his voice tight.

Nico took a deep breath, his heart racing. "But," he began, his voice steady despite his nerves, "You are very important to me and if this is stupid or won't be something you want we can throw it out"

John's grip on Nico's waist didn't loosen, but his expression grew thoughtful. "What's the idea?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

Nico's cheeks flushed slightly. "Well," he began, his voice tentative, "I bought a collar. I am okay with it to wear it and would it help you? To feel in control? Or that you have a power? I don't understand your Dom crisis, but... what do you think?."

John's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and something else, something deeper, swirling in their depths. He leaned back slightly, considering Nico's words. The collar was a symbol of submission, but Nico wasn't offering it in that context. He was offering it as a gesture of love and understanding, a way to bridge the gap between their worlds.

John's thumb stilled on Nico's cheek, his gaze searching. "A collar," he murmured, his voice thoughtful. "That's a big step."

Nico nodded, his eyes wide and hopeful. "I know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I want to help you, to make you feel better. Also collar is kinda a strech it is not designed for play and it is subtle but still."

John studied Nico's face, his mind racing with the implications of what he was saying. He knew that a collar was a significant symbol in the BDSM community, a declaration of ownership and submission. But Nico was offering it as something else entirely, a token of their bond outside of the club's walls.

"Nico," John said, his voice gentle but firm. "You don't have to do this. I don't want you to feel pressured or uncomfortable."

Nico's eyes searched John's, his voice steady. "I know," he said. "But I want to. It's not about BDSM for me. It's about showing you that I'm yours, that I trust you. And maybe, just maybe, it'll help you deal with what's going on and how you feel"

John's chest tightened at the sincerity in Nico's voice. He knew Nico didn't fully understand the depth of what he was offering, but the love and support in his words were undeniable. He leaned in, capturing Nico's lips in a soft, lingering kiss, tasting the sweetness of his commitment.

Pulling back slightly, John searched Nico's eyes. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "This means more to me than you know."

Nico's smile was shy but genuine. "I just want to make you happy," he said, his voice a soft whisper. "Do you want to see them?"

John's heart was racing, his mind swirling with emotions. He nodded, unable to find the words to express his feelings. Nico left the room and shortly came back with eight boxes, " I couldn't choose!' he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

John's eyes widened at the sight of the boxes, his heart racing in his chest. He took one of the smaller ones from Nico, his curiosity piqued. He carefully opened it, revealing a sleek, black leather collar with a simple silver ring as a clasp. It was elegant and understated, a stark contrast to the heavy, metal collars he was used to seeing in the club.

" You can pick any, I like them all, or I can wear them all at once" Nico said, his voice filled with a seriousness.

John's hand trembled slightly as he took out the collar, the soft leather feeling foreign against his skin. He had never owned something so delicate, so... beautiful. "This one," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "It's perfect."

Nico's eyes lit up as John took the collar from the box, his heart racing. He turned around, his pulse quickening as John approached him, the collar in hand. "I'm ready," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

John's hands were steady as he fastened the collar around Nico's neck, the soft leather feeling surprisingly right against his skin. "You look... incredible," he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

Nico's heart was pounding, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he felt the weight of the collar, a physical reminder of their bond. He looked up at John, his eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and hope. "Does this help?" he asked, his voice a whisper.

John's eyes searched Nico's, the love and trust shining back at him making his chest tighten. "More than you know," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against Nico's, their breaths mingling as they stood there, the air between them charged with unspoken words.

The silence stretched on for a moment before John pulled back, his gaze lingering on the collar around Nico's neck. "You really mean it?" he asked, his voice a mix of hope and disbelief.

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving John's. "I do," he said, his voice firm. "I'm yours, John. In every way that matters. I am very seriouss. I will show you" Nico left and then returned, with other eight boxes, " I bought collars for you as well, but I had no way of knowing which you gonna pick!" Nico's excitement was palpable as he placed the boxes on the coffee table.

John couldn't help but smile at Nico's enthusiasm, the tension of the day momentarily forgotten. He picked up one of the boxes, curiosity getting the better of him. Inside was a collar that was a mirror image of the one Nico now wore, but in a rich shade of brown that matched his eyes. "You really thought of everything," he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

"I am not sure if Doms wear collars, but I didn't want to risk it " Nico said, his eyes shining with excitement.

" No, Doms usually don't wear collars," John said with a small smile, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "But it's the thought that counts." He took the collar from the box, feeling the cool leather against his fingertips. It was beautifully made, just like the one Nico had chosen for himself. "This is a symbol of your submission to me," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "But it's also a symbol of my commitment to you."

Nico's eyes searched John's, his breath hitching. "Okay," he whispered. "You don't have to wear them if it would cause some troubles or uncomfortable situations for you in the club, this for your sense of control after all, I won't take an offence" Nico's voice was steady, but his heart was racing.

John's smile grew, his eyes filled with warmth. "Nico," he said, his voice gentle. "You never cease to amaze me." He took a deep breath, his hand reaching up to touch the collar around Nico's neck. "This isn't just about the club. It's about us."

Nico's eyes searched John's, his heart racing. "I know," he murmured. "But I don't want this to cause any problems for you there."

John's gaze never left Nico's as he fastened the brown collar around his own neck, the leather feeling warm and reassuring against his skin.

"You know," he said, his voice low and rumbling with emotion, "This isn't just about me feeling in control. It's about showing the world that you're mine, that you belong to me in every way that counts."

Nico's breath hitched, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I do," he whispered. "I do belong to you."

John's eyes searched Nico's, his thumb tracing the line of the collar around his neck. "And I to you," he murmured, his voice thick with feeling.

John couldn't grasp what just happend, his heart was racing as he stared at Nico. Nico's face was a picture of pure love and dedication, and it hit John like a ton of bricks. He leaned in, taking Nico's face in his hands and kissed him deeply, feeling the collar against Nico's skin, a silent declaration of his commitment.

The fact that John knew Nico wasn't realising how big of a deal this was to the BDSM community made him love him even more. He knew that Nico was doing this solely for him, to help him feel in control in a world that was spinning out of control. That Nico was willing to wear a collar, something that didn't come naturally to him, was a testament to their bond.

John knew that Nico despises the BDSM dynamics and yet, here he was, wearing a collar for him. It was a stark reminder of the lengths Nico would go to for him. The gesture was so profound that it took John's breath away. They stood there, in their living room, bound by more than just the leather around their necks.

Pulling back slightly, John studied Nico's face, his eyes shining with a mix of love and determination. "You have no idea how much this means to me," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you."

Nico's cheeks flushed, his eyes searching John's. "It's just a collar," he said, his voice a soft whisper. "But if it makes you happy, if it helps you feel... I don't know, more in control, then I'm happy to wear it."

John's gaze never left Nico's, his thumb tracing the line of the collar around his neck. "It's not just a collar," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "It's a symbol of our trust, our love. Our loyality to one another."

"Damn" Nico murmurred, " I should have dressed better for this, then" he said looking at John.

John couldn't help but chuckle, the tension in the room dissipating slightly. "You're perfect just the way you are," he said, his voice low and reassuring.

Nico's smile was tentative, his eyes still searching John's. "But, I am not sure if I am doing it right," he admitted, his voice a whisper.

John's eyes searched Nico's, his expression softening. "You're doing it perfectly," he assured him. " I cannot believe you both sixteen collars" John chuckled and pulled Nico into a warm embrace, feeling the leather of their collars press against each other. "You're already more than I could have ever asked for."

Nico's arms wrapped around John's waist, his cheek pressing against his chest. "I just want you to be happy," he murmured. "And if this is what it takes... Also you would have expected some discount for this ammount but no"

John's chuckle rumbled through his chest, the sound reverberating into Nico's ear. "You're one of a kind, you know that?" he said, his voice filled with affection.

Nico's eyes searched John's, his smile tentative. "I just don't want you to feel like you're losing control," he murmured. "I now know how important that is to you."

John's expression grew serious, his eyes holding Nico's gaze. "You're not just 'helping me' or 'doing it for me,'" he said firmly. "This is us, Nico. We're in this together. Your trust and willingness to wear this collar means everything."

Nico nodded, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I know," he murmured. "I just... I want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what."

John leaned in, his nose nuzzling against Nico's hair. "And I'm here for you," he murmured back. "Always."

" I really hope these things lasts, because I plan to change it only when it falls apart on my neck" Nico said with a small laugh, his voice filled with warmth and love.

John's eyes searched Nico's, his heart swelling with emotion. "They will," he murmured, his voice filled with certainty. "They're made to last."

Nico's smile grew, his eyes shining. "Good," he said, his voice firm. "Because I plan to wear it forever."

John's heart skipped a beat at Nico's words, his arms tightening around him. "Forever," he murmured, his voice a low rumble of agreement.

The air in the room grew heavy with unspoken promises, the collars a tangible reminder of their commitment to each other. They stood there, in the quiet of their home, the outside world and its troubles momentarily forgotten.

John smiled at the fact that Nico both that ridiculous ammount of collars just for him to choose, the idea was so absurdly romantic that it made him feel warm inside. He leaned in and kissed Nico again, feeling the warmth of his lips and the softness of his skin. "Thank you," he murmured against Nico's mouth. "For everything."

Nico's arms tightened around John's waist, pulling him closer. "You don't have to thank me," he whispered. "I do it because I love you."

John's eyes searched Nico's, his own emotions a tumultuous storm. "I love you too," he said, his voice thick with feeling. "More than words can express."

Nico's smile was soft, his eyes filled with affection. "I know," he murmured, his voice a warm caress. "And I'll wear this collar with pride, as a symbol of our love and trust to show you how much I respect you and your job."

John felt a weight lift off his chest, the tension of the club's gossip and his fear of losing Nico's respect dissipating like a mist in the sun. He kissed Nico deeply, feeling the collar between them, a physical reminder of their bond.

"Come," John said, his voice firm but gentle. "Let's go to the bedroom. We need to talk more about this, set some boundaries."

Nico nodded, his heart racing as he followed John, the collar feeling heavier and more significant with each step. In the bedroom, John led him to the bed, sitting down and pulling Nico into his lap. He wrapped his arms around him, the leather of their collars pressing against each other, a constant reminder of their newfound connection.

" You know" John started, " this collar means so much because it is like you asked me to marry you" John said, his voice filled with awe.

Nico's eyes widened, a blush spreading across his cheeks. "I didn't mean it like that!" he protested, his voice a mix of surprise and pleasure. " I mean I am not opposed to marrying you, but I wouldn't done it like this, I would shower before at least"

John chuckled, his eyes crinkling with affection. "I know," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "But the sentiment is the same. It's a declaration of your commitment to me, and I'm honored to accept it."

Nico's blush deepened, his heart racing. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet so cherished. "And here I thought that you would just smile, meanwhile I am proposing to you aparently in the BDSM language" he said gently.

John's laugh was warm and deep, his arms tightening around Nico. "Well, if this is how you propose, I'm not sure how we'll top it for the actual wedding," he teased, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Nico's smile was shy but genuine. "I'll think of something," he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet confidence that made John's heart swell. " But I won't buy you this many rings to pick from!"

John chuckled, his thumb tracing the line of Nico's jaw. "I'm sure you'll come up with something perfect," he said, his voice filled with warmth.

Nico leaned into John's touch, his heart racing. "I will," he murmured.

John's eyes searched Nico's, his expression growing serious. "But we need to talk about this," he said, his voice firm. "We need to set some boundaries, make sure we're both comfortable with this."

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving John's. "I understand," he murmured. "Whatever you need, I'm here."

John took a deep breath, his mind racing with thoughts. "Okay," he began, his voice steady. "First, I need you to know that this doesn't change anything between us. We're still the same people, with the same feelings and the same boundaries."

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving John's. "I know," he said, his voice soft.

John's gaze searched Nico's, his thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "Second," he continued, "I don't want you to feel like you have to wear this collar all the time, or that you're 'on duty' every moment we're together. It's a symbol, but it doesn't define our relationship."

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving John's. "I understand," he murmured.

John took a deep breath, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "Third," he said, his voice steady, "when you step in the club wearing it, you need to expect that people will react. They will think that you are sub that's my property and in my possesion."

Nico's eyes searched John's, his expression thoughtful.

John continued," If we had fought in the club like we did while you wearing this, people would have stepped in, thinking you're in trouble or would demand from me to discipline you. It's a serious declaration in the club's context."

Nico's eyes widened, understanding dawning on him. "Oh," he murmured. "I didn't think about that."

"Also" John added " if you will talk to the Dominats in the way you do, while wearing this, your disrespect will be seen in a whole new light, it can lead to serious consequences for both of us. It will be seen as a direct challenge to me and my dominance and they will expect me to respond accordingly."

Nico's eyes grew serious, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Respond how?," he said, his voice firm.

John's eyes searched Nico's, his expression a mix of love and concern. "They'd expect me to correct you," he murmured. "To assert my dominance over you, to show that you're mine and that I won't tolerate disrespect. They would expect me to punish you, to maintain the hierarchy and respect within the club. The punishment usually is for example, spanking, flogging, or any other BDSM act that's within our agreed boundaries."

Nico swallowed hard, his heart racing. He had never truly considered the implications of wearing a collar in the club, but he knew he had to be prepared. "Oh," he murmured. "They would want you to beat me?."

John's eyes searched Nico's, his expression gentle. "It's all consensual, Nico," he reminded him. "But yes, that's the typical response. It's a sign of respect and obedience within the BDSM community."

Nico nodded slowly, his mind racing with the implications. "And you would do it?" he murmured, his voice a soft whisper.

John knows that Nico is looking at this with the lenses of what things are rather than what they represent, he knows that he sees punishment as someone being hit and hurt because that is what is happening from the outside perspective, but in their world it's something entirely different.

John takes Nico's hands in his, his gaze intense. "No" he murmured. "Everything we do is about consent, Nico. If you don't want me to, I won't. The collar is about trust and respect, not about punishment."

Nico searched John's eyes, his own filled with a mix of relief and uncertainty. "And if someone challenges that, while me simply being in the club?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

John's gaze was steady, his grip on Nico's hands tightening slightly. "If someone challenges our relationship or disrespects you while you're wearing my collar, I'll handle it," he said firmly. "But I won't do anything you're not comfortable with. Our boundaries are sacred, Nico."

Nico's eyes searched John's, his chest tight with a mix of fear and anticipation. "Okay," he murmured. "And if... what if someone tries to take it off of me because I am not wearing it in the BDSM way?"

John's expression grew serious, his eyes flashing with a hint of protectiveness. "Nobody will touch you without your consent," he said firmly. "I won't let them. This collar is a symbol of our bond, not a declaration of your submission to anyone else."

Nico's eyes searched John's, his breathing slowing as he took in the depth of John's words. "I trust you," he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet strength.

John leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Nico's forehead. "And I trust you," he said, his voice a low rumble of reassurance. "We'll navigate this together."

"But" John added, " It has very simple solution, you won't wear it while at work, for your safety"

Nico nodded, his heart racing at the thought of the potential dangers. "Okay," he murmured, his voice a mix of relief and disappointment.

John's gaze softened, understanding Nico's conflicted emotions. "You don't have to wear it all the time," he said, his voice gentle. "But when you do, it's a powerful statement. It's a declaration of our love and trust in each other."

Nico nodded, his eyes filling with unshed tears. "I want to wear it," he murmured. " The only time I will take it off will be because of the work!"

John's eyes searched Nico's, his heart swelling with love and pride. "I know," he said, his voice gentle. "And when you do, it'll be because we're taking our relationship to the next level, not because of anyone else's expectations."

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving John's. "Okay," he murmured. "But I want to wear it, when we're not... when we're not working."

John's smile grew, his eyes filled with warmth. "Then you will," he said, his voice firm. "Whenever you want, it's yours. And when we're together, it's a symbol of our love and trust."

Nico leaned into John's embrace, his heart racing with excitement. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice filled with emotion.

"No" John said gently, " thank you, you don't know the gravity of this gesto" he leaned in and kissed Nico deeply, feeling the collar press against his skin.

Nico melted into the kiss, his body responding to John's firmness and care. When they broke apart, Nico's eyes were shining with unshed tears. I am happy, that you like it so much" he murmured.

John nodded, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "More than you know," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Maybe we should go to bed, we both have long day behind us."

Nico nodded, his eyes searching John's. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice sleepy. " You are right"

They stood up, the leather of their collars jingling softly as they moved. John led Nico to the bed, his hand firm but gentle on the small of his back. They undressed in silence, the weight of their conversation hanging in the air like a fine mist.

Once in bed, John pulled Nico into his arms, his body warm and solid against him. He felt the younger man's heart racing, his own pulse matching the rhythm of hisxcitement. "I didn't know it was possible to love you more," he murmured, his voice soothing.

Nico's eyes searched John's, his own filled with a mix of love and trepidation. "Me neither," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

John's arms tightened around him, his heart racing in time with Nico's. "But here we are," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "Ready to face whatever comes our way."

Nico nodded, his eyes searching John's. "Together," he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet strength. He nuzzled closer to John's chest, the collar a constant reminder of their bond.

John's hand stroked Nico's back, his eyes closing as he took a deep breath. "Together," he agreed, his voice a gentle rumble.

The room was quiet, the only sound the soft rustle of the sheets as they shifted, the leather of their collars a faint reminder of the evening's revelations. Nico's heart raced as he felt John's hand move to the collar, his fingertips tracing the soft leather.

John's voice was low and gentle in the darkness. "This changes everything," he murmured, his eyes searching Nico's. "But I promise you, I'll do everything in my power to protect you, both in the club and out of it."

Nico's breath hitched, his heart racing. "All I am giving you is this collar," he whispered, his voice filled with love. "But I like those benefits"

John's chuckle was low and comforting, his hand continuing to trace the collar. "You're giving me more than you realize," he murmured. "Your trust, your love, your willingness to explore this with me."

Nico's eyes searched John's, his expression a mix of wonder and fear. "You look like you again" he whispered, his voice shaking slightly.

John's smile grew, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble.

Nico's voice was barely above a whisper. "You look like the man I fell in love with," he said, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "You don't appear so unsure anymore."

John's gaze softened, his thumb tracing the line of Nico's collar. "I've found my footing," he murmured. "Thanks to you."

Nico's eyes searched John's, his heart swelling with emotion. "I'm just being me," he said, his voice shaky.

John leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Nico's forehead. "And that's all I could ever ask for," he murmured. "Now, let's get some rest. We have a big day tomorrow."

Nico nodded, his eyes drifting closed as John's warmth surrounded him. The collar felt snug but not restrictive, a constant reminder of their love and commitment. Despite the club's drama and the implications of their newfound symbolism, he felt a sense of peace wash over him.

John's hand stroked his hair, his touch gentle and reassuring. "Sleep," he murmured, his voice a comforting rumble in the quiet room.

Nico nodded, his body slowly relaxing into the warmth of John's embrace. His mind was still racing with the day's events, but the steady beat of John's heart beneath his ear began to lull him into a sense of calm. He knew that wearing the collar in the club would change things, but he was ready to face whatever came their way as long as they were together.

John could feel Nico's breathing even out, his body growing heavier with sleep. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Nico's collarbone, the leather warm and pliant under his lips. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet possessiveness that sent a thrill through Nico's body.

Nico's eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting John's in the dim light. "And you're mine," he murmured back, his voice a sleepy echo of John's.

John's smile was gentle, his eyes filled with love. "Always," he promised, his hand resting on Nico's collar.

Nico's eyes grew heavy, his breathing even as he succumbed to the siren call of sleep. The warmth of John's body, the gentle strokes of his hand, and the comforting weight of the collar around his neck created a cocoon of safety and love.

John watched him sleep for a moment, his heart swelling with emotion. He knew the club's dynamics were complex and that their relationship would face challenges, but he was ready to stand by Nico's side through it all.

John couldn't sleep, everytime he closed his eyes he opened them imediately to stare at Nico's collar, he was so proud, so filled with love that he couldn't keep his eyes off it. He knew that tomorrow would be a day of changes, but he was ready for them. Nico's gentle snores next to him were soothing, his face peaceful and serene, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions John was feeling.

John couldn't believe Nico did this despite his personal biases against BDSM, it was like Nico was willing to face the entire world just to be with him. He knew that the collar was more than just a piece of leather and metal, it was a declaration of love and a promise of protection. He knew that Nico will never fully embrace the BDSM lifestyle, but the fact that he was willing to wear it was enough for him.

John's thoughts drifted to the club and the people he knew there. He knew that the collar would change how he was perceived by others, and he was prepared to deal with any backlash. He was ready to protect Nico from any harm that might come his way because of this symbol of their love.

John felt like he might explode from the love and excitement coursing through him. He had never felt more alive, more in control, and more connected to another person. Nico's willingness to wear the collar was a testament to their bond, and John knew that together, they could conquer any obstacle.

He leaned in, pressing another soft kiss to Nico's collar, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath the leather. He knew that this was just the beginning of their journey together, and he was eager to explore every inch of Nico's desires.

The morning came with a soft light filtering through the curtains, illuminating the stark contrast of the black and brown leather collars against their bare skin. John stirred, his gaze immediately drawn to the collar around Nico's neck. He felt a surge of pride and protectiveness, knowing that this simple piece of leather meant so much more than it seemed and then Nico realised.

Nico's eyes fluttered open, a small smile playing on his lips as he met John's gaze. "Morning," he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.

John's smile grew, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "Morning, my love," he said, his voice filled with warmth. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Nico's collarbone, feeling the leather's warmth beneath his lips.

Nico stretched, his body arching slightly as he yawned. The collar was still there, a constant reminder of their commitment to each other. He felt a thrill run through him, knowing that John was watching him with a mix of love and possessiveness.

" You are, looking at me like I am the whole world" Nico said laughing, showing off his collar.

John's smile grew, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "You are," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "Everything I need, everything I want."

Nico's cheeks flushed, his heart racing as John's words sank in. He felt a thrill run through him, knowing that he was cherished so deeply. "And you," he murmured, his hand reaching up to trace John's collar. "You're my everything too."

John's eyes searched Nico's, his smile gentle. "It's time to face the day," he said, his voice a low rumble. He leaned in, claiming Nico's mouth in a deep, slow kiss that spoke of love and promise.

Nico's body responded, his hands sliding up John's chest to wrap around his neck. The collar was a silent third party to their intimacy, a reminder of the depth of their bond. He moaned softly, his body arching into John's touch.

They parted and Nico looked up at him, " Do you want to go eat at the diner, I can show it off, and I can wear it at work as well, because I am gonna do just paper works" Nico suggested with a hopeful look in his eyes.

John's eyes searched Nico's, his expression thoughtful. "Are you sure you're ready for that?" he asked, his voice gentle. "Wearing it in public is a big step."

Nico nodded, his eyes shining with excitement. "Yes," he murmured. " Well to me it is just necklace, but I know it would mean a lot to you"

John's heart swelled with love, his hand coming up to cup Nico's cheek. "It does," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "But what matters most is that you're comfortable with it."

Nico nodded, his smile growing. "I am," he murmured." I don't have to walk like four feet behind you or something like that right?"

John chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "No, you don't," he assured Nico, his hand sliding down to rest on the collar. "But you do have to be prepared for the attention it might draw."

Nico nodded, his heart racing with excitement. "I already draw attention, so I will be fine" he murmured, his voice filled with determination.

John's smile grew, his eyes warm with affection. "Alright," he said, his voice firm. "But remember, if anything makes you uncomfortable, you tell me."

Nico nodded, his eyes shining with excitement. "I will," he murmured.

They got dressed, the leather of their collars a silent declaration of their bond. John chose a simple black t-shirt and jeans, while Nico opted for a crisp white shirt and black slacks. They both knew that the collar would be the focal point of their outfits, and they were ready for the reactions it might provoke.

As they stepped out into the early morning light, John felt a sense of pride swell within him. Nico looked stunning, the collar a stark contrast against his pale neck. He slipped an arm around Nico's waist, pulling him close as they headed towards the diner.

The air was cool and crisp, a perfect match for the excitement that buzzed between them. John could feel Nico's heart racing beneath his touch, his own pulse quickening in anticipation of the day ahead. They walked in step, their collars a silent declaration of their unity.

The diner was already bustling with early morning customers, the smell of coffee and sizzling bacon wafting through the air. Heads turned as they entered, but the customers didn't seem to care.

Their usual booth was available, and John guided Nico to it, his hand resting possessively on the small of his back. Nico felt a thrill run through him as he sat down, the leather of the collar cool against his skin.

The waitress, a middle-aged woman with a smile, approached them. "Good morning, gentlemen," she said. "The usual?"

John nodded, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "Yes, please," he murmured, his voice thick with unspoken words.

The waitress's gaze flicked to the collars, a hint of curiosity in her eyes, but she said nothing, jotting down their order and leaving them to their breakfast. Nico felt a rush of excitement as he met John's gaze, his heart racing with the thrill of their newfound openness.

"You look amazing," John murmured, his hand reaching up to trace the leather band around Nico's neck.

Nico's cheeks flushed, his eyes dropping to the collar. "Thanks," he murmured, feeling a thrill at the way John was acting.

John leaned in, his voice low and filled with promise. "And every time someone looks at you, they'll know you're mine," he said, his eyes dark with desire.

Nico's pulse quickened at John's words, his hand coming up to cover John's. "And you're mine," he murmured back, his voice a soft echo of John's.

John's smile grew, his eyes dark with passion. "Always," he promised, his thumb stroking the leather of Nico's collar.

The rest of their breakfast was filled with quiet whispers and gentle touches, the air thick with the unspoken tension of their new dynamic. Nico felt a thrill every time John's hand brushed against the collar, a reminder of John's lifestyle.

" John, I thought it was you" a woman said, aproaching them, her eyes widening at the sight of Nico's collar.

It was Goddes Irena, a prominent member of the local BDSM community and a regular at the club. She was known for her sharp wit and her even sharper stilettos. Her eyes flickered from John to Nico, her lips curling into a knowing smile.

" Ah, how cute" She said outstreching her hand, clearly waiting for Nico to pay her respect and acknowledge her Dominant persona.

Nico unaware to the Irena's attempt to ask for his respect to her and show his submission, just laughed and fist bumped her, " Hi" he said chuckling.

Goddes Irena was used to a certain diference from subs, so when Nico didn't bow his head and kissed her hand or offer his neck to be kissed, she was caught off guard. She stared at him for a moment, her hand hovering in the air before she regained her composure. "John," she said, her voice cool. He watched as Irena's smile faltered for a moment before recovering, her gaze shifting from Nico to John with a raised eyebrow expecting him to correct his subs behaviour and disrespect.

John felt a twinge of amusement, Nico's obliviousness to the subtleties of the BDSM community was charming and refreshing. "Good morning, Irena," he said, his voice calm and collected. "Nico and I are just enjoying a quiet breakfast."

Goddess Irena's eyes narrowed, her gaze lingering on Nico's collar. "I see," she said, her voice dripping with curiosity. "Is your sub unaware how to act in the presence of higher Dominant? Do you tolerate this level of disrespect to me?"

John's grip on Nico's hand tightened, his smile never wavering. "Nico is my lover," he said, his tone even. "But he's not a submissive in the traditional sense. He's with me, and that's all that matters."

Goddess Irena's eyes widened slightly, her expression unreadable. She leaned in closer, her gaze piercing. "Fascinating," she murmured. "A vanilla in a collar. How... progressive of you, John."

Nico, still unaware of the implications of his actions, was enjoying the banter between them.

John's gaze never left Irena's face, his voice firm and unwavering. "Our relationship is not for you to judge," he said, his hand resting protectively on Nico's collar. "We do what works for us, and that's all that matters."

Irena's smile grew, a hint of challenge in her eyes. "I wasn't judging, darling," she purred. "Merely observing. It's so rare to see a collared man who doesn't know his place."

John's eyes narrowed slightly, his hand tightening on Nico's collar. "Nico knows his place," he said firmly. "With me."

Irena's smile remained, but her eyes held a glint of respect. "I see," she said, her voice still cool. "But I am still waiting for him to pay me the respect, he is wearing collar after all"

John's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance, but Nico just chuckled. "Nico," he said gently, turning to the smaller man. "Goddess Irena is expecting the respect a collared individual would typically show to a more experienced Dominant."

Nico's smile grew wider, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, like what?"

Goddes Irena gazes didn't soften, " I expect a bow of your head and kiss to my hand or to offer your neck to be kissed, but because of your inetial disrespect now, I expect you to kneel before me and ask for forgiveness"

Nico laughed with amusement " Are you seriouss?"

John squeezed Nico's hand under the table, his expression serious. "It's a sign of respect in our community," he explained quietly.

Nico's smile faded, his eyes searching John's. " But that is humilitating" he said, his voice slightly unsure.

John leaned in, his voice low and reassuring. "It's a sign of respect," he murmured. "But it's your choice. If you're not comfortable, you don't have to."

Nico's gaze searched John's, his heart racing. He knew that this was a part of John's world, and he wanted to support him, but the thought of kneeling before a stranger made his stomach churn. He took a deep breath, steeling himself.

"I can kiss your hand if that makes you feel better but I won't kneel in front of you. Also the fact that your ego just got hurt this quickly is concerning to me, especially since it was clearly a missunderstanding so for you to suggest something like this tells me few things. And makes wonder how you show respect to your subs if you are so easily thrown off" Nico said, his voice calm and meassured, his detective side that makes him question people and their motives, especially Dominats showing off.

John felt a surge of pride in Nico, his voice firm and assertive, but still respectful. He knew Nico wasn't one to be pushed around, even if he didn't fully understand the dynamics of the BDSM community.

Goddess Irena's smile grew thinner, but she didn't press the issue. "Very well," she said, her eyes still on Nico's collar. "But remember, young one, there are rules to this lifestyle. Breaking them can have consequences."She said outstreching her hand, waiting for Nico to kiss it.

Nico looked at her hand and then at John, his eyes questioning. John nodded, his expression a silent command. Nico leaned forward, his hand resting on the table as he bent to kiss the back of her hand, his eyes never leaving hers.

"I respect John's role as a Dominant" Nico said, his voice firm. "But I'm not anyone's servant or plaything in your humilitating rituals and made up rules, Miss Irena."

John's grip on Nico's hand tightened, his eyes flashing with a warning. He knew Nico's stubbornness and pride could get him into trouble, but he also knew that Nico's strength was in his honesty and integrity.

Goddess Irena's smile remained in place, but John could see the surprise in her eyes. She had not expected such a firm response from a man who was not a traditional submissive. "Very well," she said, her voice still cool. "But, John, do remember to educate your pet on the proper etiquette of our world. It's a jungle out there, and I am sure you wouldn't want him to get hurt."

John's jaw clenched at the way she referred to Nico, but he held his tongue. He knew Nico was strong enough to handle himself, but the thought of anyone mistreating him because of his ignorance of the BDSM community's norms made his blood boil.

Nico sat back, his expression unruffled. "I'm not anyone's pet," he said calmly. "But I appreciate the concern."

John's gaze never left Irena's, his hand still tight around Nico's. "Thank you for the reminder," he said, his voice even. "But Nico and I are quite capable of navigating the community without your interference."

Irena's smile grew colder, but she nodded. "As you wish," she said, her eyes lingering on their joined hands before she turned and walked away.

John could feel Nico's tension, his hand trembling slightly within his own. He leaned in, his voice low and soothing. "You did well," he murmured, his thumb stroking Nico's knuckles. "You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, not even for me."

Nico took a deep breath, his eyes meeting John's. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice filled with relief. "You people should wear something when you are in your Dom persona"

John chuckled, his grip on Nico's hand loosening. "It's not always about the outward show," he said, his voice gentle. "But I'm proud of you for standing up for yourself."

Nico's eyes searched John's, his own still filled with a hint of defiance. "It gives me perspective how subs are being treated like they are less than Doms because of this collar, it can help me to understand and then help the ones that need it" he murmured.

John's smile grew, his eyes warm with affection. "You're an amazing man, Nico," he said, his voice filled with pride. "And I'm lucky to have you by my side."

Nico's cheeks flushed, his eyes dropping to their joined hands. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice filled with emotion.

John brought Nico's hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles. "You don't have to thank me," he said, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "You're already more than I could have ever asked for."

Nico's eyes searched John's, his heart racing. He knew that John's words were sincere, but he couldn't help feeling a bit overwhelmed by the situation. "I am sorry if I made her question your authority."he murmured.

John shook his head, his gaze still on Nico's collar. "You didn't do anything wrong," he said firmly. "You were just being you, and that's all I could ever ask for."

Nico's expression was a mix of doubt and determination. "But she seems like someone important in your community," he said, his voice low. "I don't want to cause problems for you."

John's eyes met Nico's, his voice firm. "Our relationship comes first," he assured him. "And if anyone has an issue with how we choose to live it, they can deal with it."

Nico nodded, his heart swelling with affection for the man who had become so much more than just a lover. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

The rest of their breakfast passed in comfortable silence, the air between them charged with the unspoken promise of what was to come. As they finished their meal, John reached for Nico's hand again, feeling the warmth of his skin against his own. "Ready?" he asked, his voice filled with excitement.

Nico nodded, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Yes" he murmured, his voice low and calm.

John led Nico out of the diner, his hand tight in John's grip. As they walked back to the club, Nico couldn't shake the feeling that he had just passed some sort of test. He was both relieved and slightly nervous about what the rest of the day would hold.

The club was already bustling with life when they arrived, the sound of whips cracking and moans filling the air. Nico took a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever was to come. He knew that wearing the collar in public would draw attention, but he didn't realize how intense it would be.

" I thought, you have to do paper works?" John said, raising an eyebrow as he saw Nico still next to him,his eyes glancing at the collar that was still around his neck.

Nico smirked, "Well, I still do, but why not stir a pot a little? You know I won't miss a chance to piss off a Dom "

John chuckled, shaking his head slightly, "You're going to be the death of me," he murmured, his hand squeezing Nico's slightly.

Nico's smile grew wider, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Only if you let me," he teased.

John rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth twitched with amusement. "You're going to get us both in trouble," he said, his voice low.

Nico's grin widened. "That's what makes it fun," he murmured, his eyes sparkling with mischief. " But I am here to grab the few documents and then head back to station" voice serious.

John's eyes searched Nico's, his own smile fading slightly. "Be careful," he said, his voice tight with concern. "You know how some of the members can be."

Nico nodded, his expression sobering. "I will," he promised, his hand sliding out of John's grasp. "But I can't change who I am just to fit in here."

John's eyes searched Nico's, his heart swelling with love. "I know," he murmured. "And I wouldn't want you to."

Nico leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to John's lips. "Thank you," he whispered, his eyes searching John's.

John's arms tightened around him for a brief moment before releasing him. "Don't thank me," he murmured. "Just be safe."

Nico nodded, his eyes serious as he stepped away from John's embrace. He knew that the club could be a minefield of power dynamics and unspoken rules, but with John by his side, he felt a little less daunted.

John didn't miss the way few Dominants turn they head when they saw the collar Nico wore, the one that marked him as John's. He knew they were wondering if Nico was truly submissive or if John had somehow convinced a vanilla to don the leather. It was clear that Nico was a puzzle they hadn't quite figured out yet, and it was a puzzle John had no intention of solving for them.

John would lie if he said he didn't enjoy the way the Dominants looks at collared Nico, a mix of curiosity and confusion. It was clear that Nico's unconventional submission was a topic of interest, and John felt a smug satisfaction knowing that they were together in this.

As Nico walked away, John couldn't help but admire the way the collar sat on his neck, a declaration of ownership that sent a thrill through him. He watched Nico navigate the club with confidence, and his heart swelled with pride.

The club was ablaze with activity, the air thick with the scent of leather and desire. Subs and Doms alike cast curious glances at Nico, their whispers trailing after him like a seductive melody. John knew that they were discussing the new dynamic between him and Nico, the whispers a testament to their bond's strength and the intrigue it sparked.

John went to his own office, leaving Nico to handle his work. He knew Nico would be fine, but the encounter with Goddess Irena had left him feeling a bit on edge. He sat down at his desk, his thoughts racing as he stared at the stack of papers that needed his attention. He couldn't help but wonder how many other members of the club would react to Nico's unorthodox collar. Would they accept it or challenge it?

As the minutes ticked by, the club's sounds grew distant, replaced by the pounding of his own heart. He knew that Nico was a strong and capable man, but the thought of someone mistreating him in the name of BDSM etiquette was unbearable. John took a deep breath, reminding himself that Nico had chosen this path with him, and that their relationship was built on a foundation of trust and mutual respect.

Nico, poked his head to John's office, " Hey, I got everything I needed, so I am heading back" voice soft.

John looked up from his paperwork, his eyes immediately finding Nico's collar. He nodded, his gaze intense. "Remember, if anyone gives you trouble, you come to me," he said, his voice firm.

Nico rolled his eyes, but the hint of a smile played on his lips. "I can handle myself," he said, his voice filled with confidence. "But I'll keep that in mind."

John stood, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "I know you can," he murmured, his voice low. "But I'll always be here to protect you."

Nico's smile grew softer, his eyes warming. "I know," he murmured, his voice filled with affection.

He kissed John on the lips and then left.

John watched him go, his heart heavy with a mix of pride and anxiety. He knew that Nico was a force to be reckoned with, but the thought of him facing the club's harsh realities alone was almost too much to bear. He took a deep breath and turned back to his paperwork, trying to focus on the mundane tasks that needed his attention.

John didn't have much peace, because Godess Irena stepped in, her eyes narrowed. "John," she said, her voice low and sultry. "A word?"

John sighed, but nodded, gesturing for her to enter his office. He knew that she wasn't going to let the incident at the diner go without comment. She closed the door behind her, her expression neutral.

"John," she said, her voice softer than he'd ever heard it. "Your pet's behavior was unacceptable."

John raised an eyebrow, his tone cool. "Nico is not a pet, and he is not my submissive in the traditional sense," he reminded her.

Goddess Irena's eyes narrowed, but she remained composed. "Nevertheless," she continued, "his behavior was a breach of protocol. He must be taught his place."

John's jaw clenched. "Nico is a grown man, and he knows his own mind," he said firmly.

Goddess Irena's eyes flashed with a hint of anger, but she schooled her features into a serene mask. "I'm merely suggesting that you educate him," she said, her voice a purr. "Or perhaps, let him learn the hard way."

John's eyes narrowed, his fists clenching at his sides. "Nico is not some novice to be taught a lesson," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "He's my partner, and I won't have you or anyone else treat him with anything less than respect."

Goddess Irena tilted her head, her smile a knowing smirk. "Your partner, hmm?" she mused. "How... unconventional of you, John. But then again, you've always been one to color outside the lines And honestly speaking do you think I was treated with respect by your pet?"

John's temper flared, but he kept his voice calm. "Nico is not my 'pet' " he corrected her, enunciating each word. "And as for respect, he's more than earned it in his own way."

Goddess Irena's smile remained, but the tension in the air grew palpable. "I see," she said, her voice still a purr. "But you must understand that not everyone in our community shares your... liberal views. So again do you think I was treated with respect by your partner?"

John's eyes flashed with anger, but he kept his voice measured. "Nico didn't mean to disrespect you," he said firmly. "It was a misunderstanding, and he's already shown you the respect you demanded."

Goddess Irena's smile grew thinner, but she didn't argue further. Instead, she leaned closer, her hand tracing the edge of John's desk. "Were you present at that moment? He did show the respect but under his conditions not mines !" she purred.

John's eyes met hers, his own smile just as thin. "What matters is that he showed you respect," he said firmly. "And that's all that's required."

Goddess Irena's gaze held his for a long moment before she finally nodded. " I don't take disrespect lightly, not even when it comes from new subs or the ones who are pretending to be ones" she said, her voice still cool.

John's eyes didn't waver. "Nico is not pretending," he said firmly. "Our relationship is genuine, and I won't tolerate anyone questioning it."

Goddess Irena studied him for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then she leaned back, her hands clasped behind her back. "Very well," she said. "So how do we settle this. I still feel disrespected and he did show me respect but didn't forget to put in his own sass."

John's eyes narrowed. "What do you want, Irena?" he asked, his voice low.

Goddess Irena leaned against the desk, her eyes flicking to the collar John wore. "A demonstration of your dominance over him," she said, her voice a silky challenge. "A public one."

John's jaw tightened, but he knew better than to show his hand. "And what would that entail?" he asked, his voice measured.

Goddess Irena's smile grew predatory. "A scene," she said, her eyes gleaming. "A public scene where you show everyone just how much control you have over your 'partner'. A scene where he is unmistakably submissive to you. I suggest for example a public spanking or a flogging session, something to make a statement."

"Are you insane" John's voice was a low growl, his eyes boring into Irena's.

" No" Goddes Irena replied, " There is my reputation at stake, when word gets out that I let sub disrespect me and then show respect under his condition what type of message does this sent?" Irena's eyes remained fixed on John's, the challenge in them unmistakable.

John knew she had a point. In the club, reputation was everything, and allowing a perceived slight to go unanswered could be seen as weakness. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions that raged within him. "I understand your position," he said, his voice tight. "But Nico isn't a submissive. He won't give you consent"

Goddess Irena's smile grew more calculating. "I'm not asking for his consent," she said, her eyes glinting. "I'm asking for yours."

John's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. He knew what she was doing—trying to push his buttons, to test the boundaries of his dominance. But he wasn't about to let her manipulate him into humiliating Nico. "Nico's limits are non-negotiable," he said firmly. "And I won't have him participate in a scene that demeans him."

Goddess Irena's smile didn't falter. "Then perhaps you need to consider the implications of bringing someone like him into our world," she said, her voice a purr. "We all have our roles to play, John. He wears a collar and you are Dominant."

John's hand curled into a fist, but he remained calm. "Our relationship is not a performance for your entertainment," he said, his voice low and firm. "Nico is my partner, and I won't compromise his dignity for the sake of your pride."

Goddess Irena's smile turned into a sneer. "Your love is touching," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But the reality is that you've brought a him into a lion's den, and he's not playing by the rules."

John's eyes flashed with anger, but he remained calm. "The rules don't apply to us," he said firmly. "Nico and I have our own dynamic, and it's no one's business but ours."

Goddess Irena's expression grew cold. "Then perhaps you should at least educate him on the proper way to address his superiors. But it doesn't change the fact that my reputation is at stake."

John's eyes were like steel. "Your reputation is not worth compromising Nico's dignity," he said, his voice unwavering. "And as for his education, I'll handle it my way."

Goddess Irena's gaze flicked to the collar around John's neck. "Your way?" she said, her voice dripping with skepticism. "Is that what you call it? You are wearing a collar intended for subs and you want me to believe you will handle it"

John leaned back in his chair, his eyes still on hers. "I'm not asking you to believe anything," he said, his voice even. "I'm telling you that Nico is mine, and I will handle any issues that arise from his behavior."

Goddess Irena's smile was brittle. "Very well," she said, her eyes flicking to the collar again, " and I am asking you to handle the issues that arised from hise behaviour."

John's eyes narrowed, his voice icy. "Nico's behavior was a misunderstanding, and it's already been addressed," he said firmly.

Goddess Irena's smile didn't waver. "Perhaps," she said, her voice a low purr. "But the damage is done. If you want to maintain your status in the club, you'll need to show that you're capable of keeping your... partner in line. Because if someone asks me I will say that his Dominant refused corection of his sub behavior, after mine consultation, I am not here to play about mine carrier and the name I have build for myself."

John felt his blood boil, but he kept his expression neutral. "I'll handle it," he said through gritted teeth.

Goddess Irena nodded, her smile turning into a smug smirk. "See that you do," she said, her voice a seductive whisper. "I'll be watching after all it is insult to my appearence"

John's eyes never left hers, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. "You do that," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous.

With that, Goddess Irena turned and left the office, her hips swaying as she walked away. John's gaze followed her, his mind racing. He knew that refusing her request could have serious repercussions for both of them, but he couldn't bring himself to compromise Nico's dignity.

John took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He knew he had to talk to Nico about this, to prepare him for the potential backlash. He picked up his phone and sent a quick text, asking him to meet at the apartment after work.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of appointments and paperwork, John's mind constantly drifting back to the conversation with Goddess Irena. He couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in his stomach. As the hours ticked by, he found himself checking the clock more frequently, eager to get home and ensure that Nico was okay.

When Nico finally arrived at the apartment, his eyes were tired and he looked a bit shaken. John pulled him into a tight embrace, his heart racing as he searched for any signs of trouble. "Hey," Nico murmured, his voice muffled against John's chest. "Rough day?"

John kissed the top of his head, his arms tightening around him. "Yeah," he said, his voice gruff. "We need to talk."

Nico pulled back, his eyes searching John's face. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

John led him to the couch, his hand resting firmly on Nico's shoulder. "Goddess Irena came to see me," he began, his voice tight. "She's demanding a public demonstration of my dominance over you."

Nico's eyes widened, his grip on John's shirt tightening. "What?" he exclaimed, his voice incredulous. " For what reason?"

John's jaw clenched as he recounted the conversation with Goddess Irena. "She feels disrespected," he said, his voice tinged with anger. "And she wants me to prove my dominance over you in a public scene."

Nico's face paled, his eyes searching John's for any hint of doubt. "John," he said, his voice shaking. "You can't do that. I can't..."

John's expression was grim as he met Nico's gaze. "I know," he said, his voice gentle. "And I won't. I won't let anyone use you to make a point or prove anything. We're in this together, remember?"

Nico nodded, his eyes filling with relief. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice shaky. " But what now"

John sighed, his thumb tracing the line of Nico's jaw. "We need to find a way to fix this without compromising us," he said, his eyes thoughtful. "I'll talk to Fiona, see if we can find a middle ground."

Nico nodded, his eyes searching John's. "Okay," he said, his voice still shaky. "Or we could take Irena on diner and talk about it, she will be civil?"

John's smile was wry. "I doubt that," he said. "But it's worth a shot." He stood, pulling Nico to his feet. "Let me call her and we will see."

Nico nodded, his eyes filled with hope. "Okay," he said, his voice still a little shaky.

John's expression was determined as he pulled out his phone and dialed Irena's number. After a few rings, she answered, her voice, as always, dripping with sweetness. "John," she purred, "What a pleasant surprise. To what do I owe the honor of this call?"

John's tone was measured, his words chosen carefully. "Nico and I would like to extend an invitation for you to join us for dinner," he said. "To discuss the incident at the diner and find a way to move forward without any hard feelings."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and John could almost see Irena's calculating gaze through the phone. "How delightful," she finally said, her voice still sugary sweet. "I'd be happy to accept your invitation."

John's eyes narrowed, but he kept his tone even. "Good," he said. "We'll see you tonight."

Nico's eyes searched John's as he ended the call, his own expression a mix of apprehension and hope. "Do you think this will work?" he asked, his voice quiet.

John squeezed Nico's hand, trying to convey confidence he wasn't entirely sure he felt. "We'll handle it," he said, his voice firm. "Together."

Nico nodded, his eyes still filled with uncertainty. "Okay," he murmured.

John could feel the tension in Nico's body, so he pulled him into a comforting embrace. "It'll be fine," he whispered, his breath warm against Nico's ear. "We're in this together, remember?"

Nico nodded, his heart racing as he leaned into John's warmth. He knew John would never let anyone hurt him, but the thought of facing Goddess Irena again was terrifying.

The evening arrived, and the tension in the air was palpable as they walked into the fancy restaurant John had chosen for dinner. Nico's hand was clammy in John's, but he held on tight, drawing strength from his partner's firm grip.

Goddess Irena was already there, dressed to the nines, her posture screaming dominance. She didn't rise from her chair as they approached, but her eyes raked over them both, taking in their matching black leather collars with a knowing smirk.

"Good evening," John said, his voice cool as he pulled out a chair for Nico. "Thank you for joining us."

Goddess Irena's smile was a tight line as she took a sip of her wine. "The pleasure is all mine," she said, her eyes never leaving their collars.

She outstreched her hand towards Nico.

Nico hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting to John for guidance. John nodded almost imperceptibly, and Nico kissed her hand, musterring all his strenght to not roll his eyes.

Goddess Irena's smile grew, her eyes gleaming. "So charming," she purred. "But let's not forget our purpose here."

John's eyes never left hers as he took a seat. "We're here to resolve the misunderstanding," he said firmly. "Nico has already shown you the respect you requested."

Goddess Irena's smile was cold. "It's not enough," she said, her eyes glinting. "A simple apology does not erase the disrespect that was shown."

John's jaw tightened, his hand squeezing Nico's under the table. "What do you want, Irena?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

Goddess Irena's smile remained cold, her eyes on their collars. "A demonstration of your dominance," she said. "One that leaves no doubt in anyone's mind who is in charge."

John felt Nico tense beside him, but he kept his own expression calm. "Our relationship is not for you to dictate," he said firmly. "Nico and I have agreed on our boundaries."

Goddess Irena's eyes narrowed, but she didn't argue further. Instead, she leaned back in her chair, her gaze still on their collars. " I am not a woman that is hard to please," she said, her voice still icy. "I will be satisfied with my initial request, Nico will kneel infront of me, beg for forgivness and then kiss my feet, and then do the same to you John, to establish the dominance."

John's hand tightened around Nico's, his eyes never leaving Irena's. "Nico won't be doing any of that," he said firmly.

Nico felt a rush of relief at John's words, his eyes meeting John's with gratitude. He could see the determination in his lover's gaze, the unspoken promise that he would protect him.

Goddess Irena's smile didn't falter, but John could see the annoyance in her eyes. " Then I am wasting my time here" she said, her voice cool.

John leaned forward, his eyes on hers. "You're not wasting your time," he said, his voice steady. "We're willing to find a resolution, but not at Nico's expense."

Goddess Irena's smile grew, her eyes flicking to Nico. " As I said my reputation is in stake," she said, her voice a silky purr. "Besides I am not asking for your permission to fuck him, this is hardly considered a punishment "

John's eyes flashed with anger, but he kept his voice calm. "Nico's dignity is not for you to trample," he said firmly.

Goddess Irena's gaze flicked to John's collar, and she let out a small laugh. "Your possessiveness is touching," she said, her voice a mocking purr. "But it seems you have forgotten your place. I am acting by the rules you know that."

John's jaw clenched, but he didn't rise to the bait.

Goddes Irena rolled her eyes, " I won't get younger here, do you agree or not"

" What are consequences for not agreeing" Nico asked, John could feel the anger and unease oozing from him.

Goddess Irena's smile grew colder. "Consequences?" she repeated, her eyes flicking to John. "Let's just say that the club may not be as welcoming to your partner if you refuse to acknowledge the social hierarchy."

John's eyes narrowed, his grip on Nico's hand tightening. "Is that a threat?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Goddess Irena's smile was cold. "No" she corrected." A consequences."

John's eyes never left hers, his hand still squeezing Nico's under the table.

" So?" Irena prompted, her eyes glinting with challenge.

John took a deep breath, his mind racing. He knew that refusing her would be risky, but he couldn't bring himself to force Nico into a degrading scene. "I understand your concerns," he began, his voice measured.

Goddess Irena's smile was tight, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Do you?" she purred. "Because it seems to me that you're more concerned with protecting your little guy than with maintaining the order of our community."

John's eyes flashed with anger, but he remained calm. "Our relationship is not a spectacle," he said firmly. "Nico is my partner, not a prop to be used to prove a point."

Goddess Irena leaned back in her chair, her eyes still on their collars. "Very well," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "But if you refuse to acknowledge the social hierarchy, don't be surprised if others start to question your place in it."

John's jaw tightened, but he didn't respond. He knew she was baiting him, trying to get a reaction that she could use against them.

Nico, feeling the tension coil around them like a snake, took a deep breath " Fine," he began, his voice steady despite the tremor in his hand. "But you will let me speak my mind before this farce begins and won't hold it against John"

Goddess Irena's eyes narrowed, but she nodded, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Very well," she said, her voice like a whip crack. "You have my word."

Nico took a deep breath and met her gaze, his own eyes full of fire. "John and I are in a normal relationship," he said firmly. "I'm not a submissive, and I won't ever be, I genuienly belive that you are a pathetic woman hiding behind her title as a Dominant, I mean Goddes really how can someone take that seriously, how can take you seriously" Nico's voice grew stronger with each word, and John felt a burst of pride in his lover's courage.

" There people in this world who holds real power, and between the three of us it is me who has a real power while you just pretend, the whole time I am really trying to believe that Doms are good people but each day I am reminded over and over again that in reality you are just insecure people who like to hurt others under pretense of consent while boosting their egos and then scream at the top of their chests how strong they are and how they are helping people. You are not you are pathetic and weak and hide behind BDSM to hurt others, while for you beeing in the shoes of submissives is seen as humilitating you sure don't shy away to order something you yourself would never do. But it is all consensual and fun right? I don't like people who hurt others just because they can." Nico said his voice filled with confidence and anger.

John could feel the tension in the air thicken, the muscles in his arm tightening as he prepared for a potential confrontation. Goddess Irena's smile had vanished, replaced by a look of cold fury.

"You dare speak to me like that," she hissed, her eyes narrowing.

Nico met her gaze without flinching. "I dare, how embarassing for you to catch on this late," he replied, his voice firm. "I am agreeing to this scene or punishment or whatever this is to you, because you are threating my lover's job, that is the only reason, not to pay respect to someone like you who is weak coward, now what do you want from me so we can get it over with, my lover can keep his job, you will take your anger on another person Oh how strong and mature, and I can go back to protecting subs from people like you"

John felt his heart swell with pride at Nico's words, but he knew that they had just painted a target on their backs. He squeezed Nico's hand under the table, silently reminding him that they were in this together.

Goddess Irena was never spoken to this way, and the insults stung deep.

Her cheeks flushed, and for a moment, John thought she might retaliate physically. But instead, she took a slow, deliberate breath, and her expression shifted from anger to something more calculated. "Very well," she said, her voice like ice.

" And" Nico added, " This was a disrespect, but trust me that I haven't said it all."

John's chest tightened with a mix of pride and fear. Nico had never been one to hold back, and the raw honesty in his words was both refreshing and terrifying. Goddess Irena's eyes narrowed, but she remained silent, the tension in the air so thick it could be cut with a knife.

Finally, she spoke, her voice cold and measured. "Very well," she said. "You will both perform the scene as I've outlined, and then we'll see if I am satisfied with your apology. Let me tell you Nico, your little performance was quite entertaining, but it changes nothing."

John's heart was racing as he nodded stiffly, his hand still tight around Nico's.

"When can we start?" Nico asked, his voice still firm despite the tremble in his hand.

Goddess Irena's eyes narrowed, but she kept her composure. "You're eager, aren't you?" she said, her tone mocking. "The scene will take place at the club today night. Be ready."

John felt Nico's hand tremble in his, but he gave it a reassuring squeeze. "We'll be there," he said firmly.

Goddess Irena's smile was cold as she stood, smoothing her dress. "I'll look forward to it," she said, her eyes lingering on their collars once more. "Don't disappoint me."

With that, she turned and walked away, her hips swaying with each step. John watched her go, his heart pounding in his chest. As soon as she was out of earshot, he turned to Nico, his expression filled with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.

Nico took a deep breath, his eyes still on the spot where Goddess Irena had been. "I'm fine," he said, his voice a little shaky. " I have been through worse."

John's grip on his hand tightened, his eyes filled with a mix of admiration and worry. "I know," he said softly. "But this isn't like anything we've faced before."

Nico nodded, his gaze meeting John's. "I know," he said, his voice firm. "But I trust you."

John leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss to Nico's forehead. "And I trust you," he murmured. "We'll get through this together."

The time came for the scene at the club, and John could feel the anxiety radiating from Nico.

They walked into the dimly lit space, the air thick with anticipation and the scent of leather. Nico's hand was cold and damp in John's, and he gave it a comforting squeeze.

The club was already bustling with activity, the regulars eyeing them curiously as they made their way to the designated area. John's heart was racing, his mind reeling with possible scenarios. He knew that Nico was strong, but he also knew that this was uncharted territory for them.

Goddess Irena was dressed in a tight leather corset that pushed her breasts up, a short skirt that barely covered her thighs, and thigh-high boots that made her legs look like they went on forever. She looked every inch the dominant she believed herself to be.

John felt Nico's hand tremble in his as they approached the stage. He gave it another reassuring squeeze. "Remember," he whispered. "This is not real."

Nico nodded, taking a deep breath as John led him to the center of the room. The crowd parted for them, their eyes hungry for the spectacle that was about to unfold. John's heart was a hammer in his chest, his mind racing with the knowledge that they were about to challenge the very fabric of the club's social order.

As they reached the stage, Goddess Irena looked down at them with a smug smile. She held out her hand imperiously, and John helped Nico up the steps, his eyes never leaving hers. The crowd grew silent, the air electric with tension.

John's mind raced, searching for a way out of this situation without compromising Nico's dignity. He knew that the eyes of the club were on them, judging, waiting to see if they would bend to Irena's will.

Goddess Irena explained the situation to the crowd, her voice dripping with fake concern. "We are here tonight to address a breach in our community's protocol," she announced. "Nico have chosen to disregard the respect owed to the betters, and so he must be taught a lesson."

John's jaw clenched, his eyes locked onto Irena's smug expression. The crowd murmured, a mix of excitement and unease. Nico's gaze remained steadfast on John, his eyes filled with trust.

John took a deep breath, ready to face the music. "Let's get this over with," he murmured, his voice low and tight.

" Strip!" Irena ordered to Nico, her voice echoing through the hushed club.

Nico's eyes darted to John's, and for a brief moment, John saw the fear and doubt in them. But then Nico's jaw set, and he began to unbutton his shirt, his movements deliberate and defiant.

John watched as Nico removed his clothes, each article revealing more of his toned, scarred body. Despite the gravity of the situation, John couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and arousal at Nico's strength and beauty. The room grew hotter with each piece of clothing that fell away, until Nico stood before Irena and the gathered crowd in nothing but his collar and a pair of tight black briefs.

Irena's gaze raked over Nico's body, her eyes lingering on the collar that marked him as John's. "All of it, just the collar" she said, her voice a low purr that sent a shiver down John's spine.

Nico's hands trembled, but he didn't hesitate to push down his briefs.

John's eyes never left Irena's, a silent challenge in his gaze. He could feel the collective gaze of the club members on them, some eager, some skeptical, but all watching closely. Nico's vulnerability was like a knife to his heart, but he knew this was their only option to maintain their bond and respect within the club.

" Now, kneel" Irena said with a smug smile, pointing to the floor in front of her.

Nico's eyes met John's, searching for a sign of what to do next. John nodded slightly, and Nico dropped to his knees, his posture proud despite the position of submission.

Goddess Irena stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with victory. She reached down and grabbed a fistful of Nico's hair, yanking his head back. "You will apologize," she snarled, her voice filled with malice. " Get on all fours"

Nico's eyes watered with pain, but he didn't fight back. He positioned himself on the floor, his eyes casted down. John felt his own anger boiling over, but he knew that this was a test.

"Spread the legs more" Irena ordered, her voice cold and commanding. Nico complied, his legs shaking slightly as he laid bare before her. The crowd had gone silent, their eyes riveted on the unfolding scene.

John's fists clenched at his sides, his body tight with tension. He could see the excitement in her eyes, the thrill of having Nico at her mercy.

"Now," Goddess Irena began, her voice dripping with condescension, "apologize to me and the entire club for your disrespect."

Nico took a deep breath, his eyes still cast down. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice strong despite the tremor in his throat.

Goddess Irena laughed coldly " Oh, come on, this is not enough, I want to hear you beg, I want to see you grovel" she said, her voice echoing in the silent room.

Nico took a deep breath, his eyes meeting John's for a moment, seeking strength. He knew this was a farce, but the humiliation was still real. He began to speak, his voice clear and strong despite the situation. "I'm sorry for any misunderstanding," he said, looking directly at her.

Irena laughed more, " Oh, you are gonna be a work, don't looked at me and beg I cannot do this for you!"

Nico took a deep breath and turned his gaze back down, his face flushing with humiliation. "I apologize for any disrespect I may have shown," he began, his voice shaking slightly. "I did not intend to offend the hierarchy of the club, and I am willing to submit to your judgment."

Goddess Irena's smile grew, but there was no warmth in it. "Good boy," she purred, her hand stroking Nico's cheek almost gently, " But this is not begging."

John felt his anger flare, his hand tightening into a fist at his side. He knew that Nico was just playing along to protect them both, but it was hard to watch the man he loved be degraded in front of so many people.

Goddess Irena leaned down, her breasts nearly spilling out of her corset as she whispered in Nico's ear. "Beg," she hissed, her breath hot against his skin. "Beg like the pathetic little sub you are."

Nico's eyes flashed with defiance, but he swallowed his pride and began to beg, his voice raw and forced. "Please, Goddess Irena, I'm sorry. I'll do anything to make it right."

John's stomach twisted in knots as he watched, his eyes never leaving Nico's face. He knew his lover was only doing this to protect John and his place in the club, but it was a hard pill to swallow.

" Then beg" Irena demanded, her voice echoing in the tense silence.

Nico took a deep breath, his eyes meeting John's for a brief moment before dropping to the floor. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "Please, Goddess Irena, I beg for your forgiveness."

Goddess Irena rolled her eyes, " Boy, this is gonna take some time "

Goddess Irena urged the crowd to ' help ' Nico out by calling him names, and some of the regulars began to murmur insults, their eyes glinting with cruel amusement. John's jaw clenched, his anger a living thing within him, but he remained silent, his eyes never leaving Nico's.

Nico's cheeks were wet with tears, but he didn't flinch as the taunts grew louder. He knew that this was a battle of wills, and he was determined not to give Irena the satisfaction of breaking him.

They were shouting things like "sub slut" and "disobedient whore," or "You're not even worth the collar you're wearing." Some people were comenting on his body such as "You should be grateful that someone wants you" or "You're just a pretty face, aren't you?"

John felt a boiling rage in his chest, his hand tightening into a fist at his side. He knew that Nico was doing this for him, for their relationship, and it was killing him to stand there and watch.

It didn't take long and the words got to Nico, his body was shaking with humiliation and his tears.

Irena watched Nico, sobbing, snot falling on the floor, murmuring apologies over and over again, and finally she was satisfied with the spectacle she had orchestrated. She stepped back, a sadistic smile playing on her lips as she addressed the crowd. "You see, this is what happens when one forgets their place," she said, her voice echoing through the club who went silent. "But I am a forgiving Goddess."

John's eyes burned with anger, but he knew that he had to keep his composure.

" Now be a good dog, and kiss my feet" Irena ordered, a malicious glint in her eye.

Nico's body was trembling, his eyes red and puffy from crying, but he did as he was told, leaning forward to press his lips to the toes of her boots. The crowd watched in silent fascination, some nodding in approval, others looking uncomfortable.

Nico was now openly sobbing like a kid, loud and desperate, his body visibly shaking. John felt his heart break into a million pieces, watching his lover's dignity being stripped away like this. But he knew he had to stand firm, had to be the rock that Nico could lean on when this was all over.

Goddess Irena's smile grew wider with each second, her eyes gleaming with victory. She leaned down patting Nico's head, " You are forgiven little one"

John felt his blood boil at the sight, but he kept his cool, his eyes never leaving Irena's. He knew that any outburst from him would only make things worse.

Now," she said, her voice like a knife cutting through the silence, "It's time for the final act of penance."

John's stomach twisted as he watched Nico, still on all fours, his eyes red and swollen from crying. He knew what was coming next, and his mind raced for a way to stop it.

Goddess Irena turned to the crowd, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Now," she announced, "John will show us his dominance over Nico by publicly scolding him for his disrespect."

John's heart raced as he stepped forward, his mind reeling with a mix of anger and protectiveness. He knew that this was a test, a way for Irena to assert her power over them both. But he also knew that he had to play along, for Nico's sake.

He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving Nico's form. He leaned down, his hand gently cupping Nico's chin and lifting it so their eyes met. "Look at me," he murmured, his voice low and steady. Nico's gaze was a storm of emotions, but he met John's eyes, scared and broken.

John's heart was racing, but he had to keep it together. He had to show the club that he was in control, that Nico was his and that they would not be bullied by anyone. "You know what you are," he said, his voice firm and calm. "You are not just any sub. You are mine."

Nico's eyes searched John's. He nodded, his gaze never wavering. "Yes, Sir," he murmured, the words barely audible through his sobs.

John took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that this was the moment where he had to draw the line, to show the club that Nico was not just a plaything to be used and discarded. He stood up straight, his eyes cold as he addressed Goddess Irena. "This is where we part ways," he said firmly. "I'll handle the rest of Nico's training in private."

The room was still, the only sound the Nico's sobs. Goddess Irena's smile faltered for a brief moment before she regained her composure. "Let's ask the crowd," she said, her voice tight.

John's eyes never left hers as he nodded. "Fine," he said, his voice calm. "Let them decide."

The room erupted in murmurs as the crowd began to discuss among themselves. John could feel the weight of their gazes on him, some curious, some skeptical, and others hungry for the power play that was unfolding before them.

Nico's eyes remained on the floor, his chest heaving with sobs. John knew that this was tearing him apart, but he had to trust that their bond was strong enough to withstand this twisted game.

After what felt like an eternity, Goddess Irena turned to the crowd with a dramatic flourish. "What say you?" she called out, her voice a mix of triumph and challenge. "Should John be allowed to take Nico back into his care, or should he remain here for further... training?"

The murmurs grew louder, and John's heart pounded in his chest. He knew that the decision was not truly in the hands of the crowd, but in the balance of power between himself and Irena.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the room grew quiet once more. John's eyes locked onto Irena's, waiting for her next move.

John stepped to Irena, " Look at him for fuck sake, he won't hold on any longer " He gestured to Nico who was still on the floor, his whole body trembling with sobs.

Irena's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, John thought she would refuse. But then she sighed dramatically. "Very well," she said, her voice filled with theatrical disappointment. "Take him but you are ruing the fun for our guests, you know that right?"

John didn't bother to hide his contempt as he helped Nico to his feet. He knew that she was baiting him, trying to get a rise out of him, but he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. He wrapped Nico in his arms, feeling the tremors of his sobs against his chest. "Thank you, Goddess," he said through gritted teeth, his voice laced with sarcasm.

The crowd parted as John led Nico off the stage, the silence heavy with unspoken tension. As they exited the main area, John heard whispers and murmurs of disapproval, but he didn't care. He was focused solely on getting Nico out of there and back to their home, where he could hold him and erase the pain of this humiliation.

In the quiet of the back hallway, Nico's sobs grew louder, his body convulsing in John's embrace. "It's okay," John whispered into his ear, his voice soothing despite the anger that still burned within him. "You did well, baby. You're so strong."

Nico leaned into John, his face buried in the crook of his neck. "It hurt," John continued, his voice soft. "But we knew you had to see it through."

John nodded to himself, his grip tightening around Nico. "We'll get through this," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble. "Together."

They made their way to the dressing room, John's steps swift and determined. Once the door was closed, he held Nico at arm's length, his eyes searching his face. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice tight with concern.

Nico remained silent, only sobbing into John's chest. His body was trembling, the humiliation of the event etched into every line of his face. John's heart was racing, his own anger a tangible presence between them, but he knew that now was not the time to give in to it. He had to be the calm in the storm for Nico.

He gently guided Nico to a chair, helping him sit down. "Let me get you some water," he said, his voice gentle. Nico nodded, his eyes red and swollen. John returned with a bottle of water and a towel, gently wiping away the tears and snot from Nico's face. "You're so strong," he murmured, his voice filled with awe and love. "I'm so proud of you."

Nico took a shaky breath, his hand trembling as he took the water bottle. He took a sip, the cool liquid soothing his parched throat.

John knelt in front of Nico, his eyes searching for any sign of resistance or anger. Instead, he found only a deep well of pain and humilitation.

In the quiet of the back hallway, Nico's sobs grew louder, his body convulsing in John's embrace. "It's okay," John whispered into his ear, his voice soothing despite the anger that still burned within him. "You did well, baby. You're so strong."

Nico leaned into John, his face buried in the crook of his neck. "It hurt," John continued, his voice soft. "But we knew you had to see it through."

John nodded to himself, his grip tightening around Nico. "We'll get through this," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble. "Together."

They made their way to the dressing room, John's steps swift and determined. Once the door was closed, he held Nico at arm's length, his eyes searching his face. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice tight with concern.

Nico remained silent, only sobbing into John's chest. His body was trembling, the humiliation of the event etched into every line of his face. John's heart was racing, his own anger a tangible presence between them, but he knew that now was not the time to give in to it. He had to be the calm in the storm for Nico.

He gently guided Nico to a chair, helping him sit down. "Let me get you some water," he said, his voice gentle. Nico nodded, his eyes red and swollen. John returned with a bottle of water and a towel, gently wiping away the tears and snot from Nico's face. "You're so strong," he murmured, his voice filled with awe and love. "I'm so proud of you."

Nico took a shaky breath, his hand trembling as he took the water bottle. He took a sip, the cool liquid soothing his parched throat.

John knelt in front of Nico, his eyes searching for any sign of resistance or anger. Instead, he found only a deep well of pain and humiliation.

"You don't have to be strong for me," John whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "You can let it all out, Nico. I'm here."

Nico's shoulders heaved as he took another sip of water, his eyes still cast down.

John waited patiently, his heart breaking with every shuddering breath Nico took. He knew that the aftermath of a scene like this was just as important as the scene itself. It was crucial to give Nico the space and care he needed to come down from the intense emotional high.

Finally, Nico looked up, his eyes red and glassy with unshed tears.

John cupped Nico's face with both hands, his thumbs brushing away the remaining tears. "It's over," he assured him. "You're safe now. It's just us."

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving John's. He took a deep, shaky breath, his chest still heaving with sobs.

" Let's get dressed and then head home" John whispered gently.

Nico nodded.

John helped Nico to his feet, and they both began to redress, the silence in the room a stark contrast to the cacophony of the club. As Nico pulled on his shirt, John couldn't help but think about the symbol of their love that now hung around Nico's neck. The collar was more than just a piece of leather; it was a declaration of their bond, a promise of protection and dominance.

Once they were both dressed, John led Nico out of the dressing room, his hand firmly on the small of Nico's back. The club was still in full swing, but John's mind was solely focused on getting them home. The sting of Goddess Irena's words and the humiliation she had subjected Nico to was still fresh, and he knew that the healing process would not be quick or easy.

They made their way through the crowded space, John's eyes scanning for any signs of trouble. The club members they passed gave them a wide berth, the tension radiating off them palpable. It was clear that the scene had left an impact, but John didn't care about the whispers and the stares. All that mattered was getting Nico to safety.

Once outside, the cool night air hit them like a slap in the face. Nico took a deep breath, his body still shaking with the aftermath of his sobs. John wrapped his arms around him, holding him tight. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice a balm to Nico's bruised soul. "You're mine."

In the car John thought he will go insane, Nico was just... there, quiet, unmoving and staring at the road ahead. John knew that this was a hard hit to Nico's pride and self-respect. He had to find a way to fix this.

"Nico, I'm sorry." John started, his voice breaking the silence. "I never wanted you to go through that."

Nico didn't react, his eyes still fixed on the road ahead. The silence stretched between them, taut with unspoken emotions.

John swallowed hard, his own anger and frustration still simmering beneath the surface. He knew that words alone wouldn't be enough to heal the wounds that had been inflicted tonight, but he had to start somewhere.

" How about something sweet, we can buy as a night snack?" John tried to change the subject as they drove home, his eyes flickering to the side to gauge Nico's reaction.

Nico nodded slightly.

John pulled into a convenience store, his eyes never leaving Nico's profile. He knew that the gesture was small, but it was a step towards bringing him back to reality, to a place where he could breathe without feeling the weight of the club's judgment.

The bell jingled as they entered, the bright lights a stark contrast to the darkness outside. Nico's eyes searched the aisles, his expression still haunted. John walked to the counter, his hand reaching for Nico's, giving it a gentle squeeze. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice soft.

Nico blinked, his mind racing before finally focusing on the task at hand. He wordlesly picked up mint flavoured ice cream, something simple and familiar. As John paid, Nico felt a sense of relief wash over him, the mundane act grounding him back to reality.

Once back in the car, Nico took the ice cream, his hands shaking as he peeled back the lid. The sweet, minty scent filled the air, offering a small comfort in the face of the overwhelming humiliation he felt.

John drove with care, his eyes on the road but his mind racing with thoughts of Irena and the club's expectations. He knew they had to tread carefully, their relationship was an anomaly in the BDSM community and any misstep could lead to further scrutiny and challenges.

" Is it good?" John asked, his voice a gentle whisper as he kept his eyes on the road, his hand never leaving Nico's.

Nico nodded, taking a tentative lick.

John's grip on the steering wheel tightened as he watched Nico out of the corner of his eye. The sight of his lover, so vulnerable and hurt, filled him with a rage that was almost uncontrollable. But he knew that now was not the time to let it show. He had to be the strong one, the one who could guide Nico through this.

As they pulled into the driveway of their house, John felt a knot in his stomach. He had to fix this, had to make sure Nico knew that he was loved and cherished, no matter what.

Nico remained silent as they entered the house, his eyes red and swollen from crying. John could feel the tension in the air, thick with the weight of the evening's events. He knew that talking was the last thing Nico wanted, so he led him to the bedroom wrapping him in a warm blanket and laying beside him, their hands entwined.

John gently caressed Nico's cheek with his thumb, tracing the path of a tear that had escaped. "You're so strong," he murmured, his voice a soft rumble in the quiet room. "And I'm so proud of you."

Nico's only response was a quiet sniffle, his body still trembling slightly. John leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "It's okay," he whispered. "You don't have to be strong for me."

For a long moment, they lay there in the silence, the only sound the distant hum of the city outside. John felt Nico's grip on his hand tighten, a silent plea for reassurance. He squeezed back, his heart aching for his lover.

" Let's watch something, to get our minds off things" John suggested, his voice low and gentle.

Nico nodded, his eyes still glassy with unshed tears. They settled on the bed, the TV flickering to life with the sound of a sea document, John didn't generaly enjoyed documents but he knew Nico liked them. The soothing sounds of waves and the narrator's calm voice filled the room as John wrapped his arms around Nico, pulling him closer.

Nico's trembling subsided gradually, his breathing evening out as he leaned into John's embrace. The familiar warmth and scent of him grounded Nico, reminding him that he wasn't alone in this. He closed his eyes, the images on the screen a blur as he focused on the steady beat of John's heart.

John felt Nico's weight shift slightly, his head resting heavily on his chest. He wrapped his arms around him tighter, feeling the tension in his own body begin to ease. They lay there, the TV playing in the background, the soft sounds of the ocean soothing them both.

John knew that the path ahead would be fraught with challenges, but he was determined to face them together. He stroked Nico's hair, feeling the softness under his fingertips, his mind racing with thoughts of how to keep their bond strong.

As the documentary played on, Nico's breathing grew steady and deep, eventually slipping into a restless sleep. John held him closer, his own eyes never leaving the TV, his mind racing with plans to protect Nico and their relationship.

John's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as he held Nico in his arms, his heart pounding in time with the rhythm of the waves on the TV. He knew that the scene at the club had left a deep wound, one that would take time to heal. But he was adamant that he would do everything in his power to ensure Nico's safety and well-being.

As the minutes ticked by, John's thoughts turned to the collar around Nico's neck. It was a symbol of their bond, a constant reminder of the trust and love they shared. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the leather, feeling the warmth of Nico's skin beneath it.

Nico stirred, his eyes fluttering open to find John's gaze on him. "You okay?" John asked, his voice low and concerned.

Nico just stared at him, after while he closed his eyes.

John knew that this was going to be a long night, but he was ready to face it. He was ready to face anything for Nico. He kissed him softly, "I got you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Jon couldn't bring himself to sleep not, when Nico haven't spoken a single word since the scene with Goddess Irena. He was worried about him, and he had to admit, he was also worried about their future. He knew that Nico was strong, but even the strongest of people had their limits.

He turned off the TV. The room was now bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight that filtered through the curtains. He kissed Nico's forehead again, "Nico, talk to me."

Nico just stared back at him, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. The silence was deafening, but John didn't push. He knew that Nico needed time to process what had happened. He pulled the blanket up, tucking it around them both, creating a cocoon of warmth and safety.

John was completly panicing inside, he didn't know what to do, he knew that Nico was hurt but he didn't know how to fix it. He had never felt so helpless in his life. "Nico, baby," he said softly, "we can talk about it if you want. I'm here for you."

Nico took a deep breath, his eyes not meeting John's and still silent.

John felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. "Nico, please," he whispered, his voice pleading. "Tell me what's going on in your head."

Nico's eyes searched John's face for a long moment but he still didn't respond.

John's heart was racing, his mind reeling with a mix of fear and anger. He knew he had to find a way to break through Nico's silence, to let him know that he was safe, that he was loved.

He leaned in closer, his voice a gentle whisper. "Nico, I know you're hurting, but I need you to talk to me. I can't fix this if I don't know what you're feeling."

Nico took a shaky breath, his eyes closing.

John felt a pang of fear, his grip on Nico tightening. "Baby, please," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Nico's eyes remained closed, his breathing shallow and uneven.

John's thumb traced the line of Nico's jaw, his own heart racing with fear. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I'm sorry for everything that happened tonight."

Nico was completly unresponsive, his mind a tornado of emotions. John knew that pushing him would only make things worse, so he lay there, his heart aching, listening to the silence. He felt the warmth of Nico's body next to him, the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each breath, and the weight of the collar around his neck. It was a stark reminder of the commitment they had made to each other.

John took a deep breath, willing himself to be patient. He knew that Nico needed time to process the events of the night. He continued to stroke Nico's hair, his eyes never leaving his face.

The sleep claimed John after all, his exhaustion from the tension of the night taking over. When he woke up, the sun was already peeking through the curtains and Nico was asleep.

John carefully moved out of the bed, not wanting to disturb him. He went to the kitchen to start the coffee, his mind still racing with the events of the night before. He knew they had to talk, but he was afraid of what Nico might say.

When he returned with two steaming mugs, Nico was still laying down.

"Nico," John said softly, placing one of the mugs on the bedside table. "Wake up, we need to talk."

Nico's eyes fluttered open, the pain and humiliation from the night before still etched on his face. He didn't move just stared at John.

John offered Nico the mug of coffee, his hand shaking slightly. "Here, baby," he murmured. "Drink this."

Nico was just looking at John unmoving and silent, his eyes searched John's face, looking for something, anything.

John's heart was in his throat as he handed over the coffee. "Nico, please," he begged, his voice breaking.

Nico didn't move, didn't say a word and John felt like he was dying inside. He set the mug down and sat on the edge of the bed. "Nico," he said again, his voice shaky. "Please talk to me."

John was spiriling into a pit of despair, he knew Nico was hurt and he needed to know how bad it was. He took Nico's hand, bringing it to his lips and kissed it. "Nico, I'm here," he whispered, his voice filled with pain and love. "Whatever you're feeling, I'm here."

John didn't realised how much time had passed until he heard Nico's phone ringing, the sound piercing the heavy silence. Nico didn't move, his eyes still locked on John's, the phone ringing a second, third, fourth time before John finally reached over to answer it.

"It's work," John said, his voice still gentle. "They're wondering where you are."

Nico's gaze remained on John, his expression unreadable. Yet he still didn't move.

John took a deep breath, bracing himself for the conversation he knew was coming. "Nico," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "You need to go to work. We can talk about this later."

Nico's eyes searched John's for a moment longer before he just rolled over not facing John.

John felt a chill run down his spine at the emptyness in Nico's gaze. He knew that this was going to be harder than he thought. He picked up the phone, his voice clipped as he spoke to Nico's boss, explaining the situation without going into detail.

"He's not feeling well," John lied. "He won't be able to make it in today."

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Nico's boss spoke. "Is everything okay?" the concern in their voice was clear.

John's grip on the phone tightened. "It is just fever" he said, choosing his words carefully. "He just needs some time to recover."

Nico's boss didn't sound convinced, but John was relentless. "I'll make sure he gets plenty of rest," he assured, his eyes never leaving Nico's back. "He'll be back in tomorrow."

The call ended, and John placed the phone back on the bedside table, his mind racing. He knew that the silence between them was dangerous, but he didn't know how to bridge the gap. He took a deep breath, his heart hammering in his chest. "Nico," he said, his voice gentle. "You need to eat something."

Nico didn't respond, his back still turned to John.

John felt his stomach clench. He knew that Nico was in pain, but he wasn't sure how to help him. He knew that Nico needed time to process what had happened, but the silence was killing him. He got up from the bed, his legs feeling like jelly. He went to the kitchen and started to make some breakfast, hoping that the smell of food would coax Nico out of his shell.

John had a very special and important sub waiting for him in the club but the thought of leaving Nico like this was breaking his heart. He knew that the club was expecting him, but he couldn't bear the thought of leaving Nico alone in this state.

He decided to text the sub, explaining the situation and asking for understanding. He hoped that the sub would be compassionate and give them the space they needed.

While John waited for a response, he focused on cooking a simple breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast, the aroma filling the small kitchen. He knew that Nico's appetite might be low, but food was a basic need, and a small step towards healing.

He brought the plate into the bedroom, setting it down gently on the nightstand. "Nico, please," he said, his voice a mix of concern and desperation. "You need to eat."

Nico's back was still to him, his breathing shallow and even. John could see the tension in his shoulders, the tightness of his body as he lay there, unmoving.

He placed the plate of food on the bedside table and took a seat beside Nico, reaching out to touch his shoulder. "Please," he begged, his voice cracking. "Eat something. For me."

Nico's eyes remained closed, his body taut with tension.

John's hand hovered over Nico's shoulder, unsure if he should risk disturbing him further. But the silence was deafening, and the distance between them was unbearable. He placed his hand gently, feeling the warmth of Nico's skin beneath his palm. "Nico," he whispered, his voice thick with unshed tears. "Please, talk to me. I am begging you"

Nico took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the effort. John felt his heart skip a beat as he waited for Nico's response. But it didn't came.

John was hanging on by a threat, he was so desperate to fix things but he was at a loss of what to do, Nico was just laying there, not moving, not speaking, not eating.

The worst part was that John knew that the best Dominant who knows how to deal with subdrops was Goddess Irena, and he despised her right now.

But he was so desperate and he didn't know what to do. So he did the only thing he could think of, he called her.

Her voice was cool and detached when she answered, "John, what a pleasure"

John's voice was tight with anxiety, "I need your help."

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Irena spoke, "With what?"

John took a deep breath, "It's Nico," he said, his voice cracking. "He's not okay."

Irena's tone remained cold, "But we had so much fun yesterday what happened?"

John's anger flared, "Don't you dare," he bit out, "Just tell me what to do I think he may have a subdrop and I am desperate"

One thing John couldn't take away from Irena was that she was a proffessional at the end of the day and she took subdrops always seriously not matter the range, she had seen them all.

"Okay, John," she said, her tone softer now. "I'll be right over."

John's relief was palpable, his hand shaking as he ended the call. He knew that calling Irena was a risk, but he had to do something for Nico. He sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving Nico's still form. He couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness that had settled over him like a heavy blanket.

The doorbell rang, and John jumped to his feet, his heart racing. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. When he opened the door, Irena was standing there, dressed in a casual clothing, her expression unreadable.

"Thank you for coming," John said, his voice tight with anxiety.

Irena nodded, "Show me what I am dealing with" she said calmly, her eyes assessing John's state as much as she would Nico's.

John led her to the bedroom, his heart racing as he watched her approach the bed. She sat down on the edge opposite him, her eyes scanning Nico's form critically. "How long has he been like this?" she asked, her voice devoid of its usual sharpness.

John swallowed hard, "Since we got home last night," he admitted, feeling a fresh wave of guilt wash over him. "He hasn't said a word to me not one, he is now not moving and not eating."

Irena nodded, her expression solemn. "Subdrop can manifest differently in every individual, but this level of withdrawal is concerning." She reached out and gently touched Nico's forehead, checking for fever. "Does he have any physical symptoms other than not eating?"

John's eyes were glued to her hand on Nico's forehead, his mind racing with the implications of what she might find. "No," he replied, his voice tight. "Just the trembling and the... silence and he won't drink."

Irena nodded, her expression unreadable. "Has he shown any signs of distress when you've touched him?"

John's hand tightened around the mug of coffee he'd brought for Nico. "No," he said, his voice low.

Irena nodded, her eyes never leaving Nico's still form. "Good," she murmured. "That's good."

John felt his hope flicker slightly. "What do we do?" he asked, his voice raw with fear.

Irena's gaze met John's, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and something else that John couldn't quite identify. "First, we need to get him to drink and eat," she said firmly. "Dehydration can make subdrop symptoms much worse as well as hunger."

John nodded, his throat tight with fear. He picked up the glass of water from the nightstand and held it to Nico's lips. "Come on, Nico," he urged gently. "Just a sip."

Nico's eyes fluttered open, and for a brief moment, John saw the anguish in them before they glazed over again. Nico took a look at Irena and John, before simply rolling over, away from them.

Irena's expression grew more serious as she watched Nico's reaction. She took the glass from John's hand, her movements deliberate and gentle. "Let me try," she said, her voice softer than John had ever heard it.

John stepped back, giving her room to work. He watched as she walked over to Nico laying opposite to him, her hand stroking his hair with a tenderness that was at odds with the cruelty she had shown the night before.

"Nico," she murmured, her voice a soothing melody that seemed to cut through the thick silence. "You need to drink something, darling."

John's heart ached as he watched Irena's gentle approach. He had never seen this side of her, and it was both surprising and comforting. He felt a flicker of hope that she might be able to reach Nico when he couldn't.

Irena sat down beside Nico, her hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, darling," she whispered, her voice soothing. "You need to drink." She dipped her fingers in the water and then gently tapped Nico's lips.

Nico's eyes were open, he licked his lips when Irena's wet fingers touched them, but he still didn't move to take the water from her.

Irena was calm and persistent, her gentle voice coaxing Nico to take a sip. "Good right, do you wish to have more?" she encouraged.

Nico's eyes searched hers, the barest nod of his head indicating his assent.

John watched as Irena carefully lifted the glass to Nico's lips, her touch surprisingly gentle. He took a sip, then another, his throat working with effort. John felt a weight lift slightly from his chest.

"Good boy," Irena praised softly, her voice filled with genuine warmth. "Now, how about some food?"

John handed her a plate of scrambled eggs and toast, the aroma wafting up to tickle Nico's nose. Irena broke off a small piece of toast, bringing it to Nico's lips. "Open for me," she coaxed.

Nico looked at the toast before closing his eyes and laying back down.

John's hope was shattered, his fear growing. "Nico, please," he begged, his voice cracking. "You have to eat."

But Nico just lay there, his eyes closed, his body rigid.

Irena set the plate aside, her gaze flicking to John. "Let's start with something small," she suggested, her voice still gentle. "Just a few bites."

John nodded, his eyes never leaving Nico's face. He broke off a piece of toast and held it to Nico's mouth. "Please, baby," he whispered, his heart breaking with every silent rejection.

But Nico remained unresponsive, his eyes squeezed shut as if by doing so, he could block out the world around him.

John felt a wave of desperation wash over him. He didn't know what else to do. He looked at Irena, silently pleading for help.

Irena's eyes searched John's, understanding the depth of his pain. "How about babys food," she suggested, her voice low and calm.

John nodded, hope flaring in his eyes. "Anything," he said, his voice tight.

Irena stood up, her movements fluid and graceful. "Let's go to the kitchen," she said, her voice soothing. "I'll make something that's easy to digest."

John followed her, his eyes never leaving Nico's form. In the kitchen, she began to whip up a simple puree of banana and oatmeal, the smell of the sweet concoction filling the air. He watched her work, his mind racing with thoughts of what he could have done differently, what he could do now to make it right.

" What do you think, what to do with him?" John asked, his voice trembling as he watched Irena's adept hands mix the ingredients.

"Shh," she soothed, not looking up from her task. "You're not helping by stressing. Let's get this into him first."

" Did you deal with something like this?" John's voice was thick with fear as he watched Irena stirring the puree.

Irena nodded, her expression serious. "I've seen it before," she said, her voice gentle.

John felt his heart clench at the thought of other subs going through this, other Doms feeling as helpless as he did right now. "What can we do?" he asked, his voice tight with anxiety.

Irena looked up from the puree, her eyes meeting John's. "We need to get him to eat," she said firmly. "But we also need to talk to him, let him know that he's safe and that you're here for him."

John nodded, his throat tight with emotion. He knew he had to be strong for Nico, but he was barely holding it together. "Okay," he said, his voice shaky. "But what if he doesn't want to talk?"

Irena's expression was sympathetic, but her voice remained firm. "You have to keep trying," she said. "Subdrop can make subs feel lost and overwhelmed. It's your job as a Dom to guide him back to reality."

They returned to the bedroom with the warm, sweet-smelling puree. John took a spoonful and brought it to Nico's lips, his heart pounding with hope. "Here, baby," he murmured, his voice a gentle coax. "Just a little taste."

Nico's eyes remained closed, his breaths shallow and rapid. John's hand was shaking as he held the spoon steady, the warmth of the puree a stark contrast to the coldness that had settled in his soul.

"Nico, please," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Just a little taste."

Nico's eyes remained shut, his body unresponsive to John's gentle coaxing. John's heart sank, but Irena's firm grip on his hand was a silent reminder to stay strong.

" Come on, love, my little God" John whispered, his voice cracking with desperation as he held the spoon of puree to Nico's lips.

Nico's eyes fluttered open, and for a brief moment, John saw the same spark of life that had once burned so brightly in them. But it was quickly extinguished, replaced by a vacant stare that sent a shiver down John's spine.

"Nico," he said again, his voice trembling. "Please, just a little."

Nico's eyes searched John's, and for a moment, it seemed like he was lost in a sea of confusion and pain. Then, with a sigh that seemed to deflate him further, he parted his lips, allowing John to slip the spoonful of puree into his mouth.

John felt a rush of relief as Nico swallowed, his eyes never leaving Nico's face. "Good," he murmured, his voice a gentle caress. "Just a few more."

Nico whined pitifully, but his eyes remained open, watching John as he fed him spoonful by spoonful. Each swallow was a victory, a promise that he would get through this. Irena's hand never left John's, her grip firm and reassuring.

"That's it," she murmured, her eyes on Nico. "Good boy."

John felt a tear slip down his cheek as Nico took another spoonful, his eyes never leaving John's face. The simple act of feeding him was both heartbreaking and beautiful.

"You're doing so well," John whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "So strong."

Irena's eyes remained on Nico, her expression a mix of concern and admiration. "Keep going," she encouraged, her voice a soft whisper.

John nodded, his eyes never leaving Nico's. He fed him spoonful after spoonful, the silence in the room a stark contrast to the chaos in his mind. With each bite, Nico's trembling lessened, his breathing grew steadier.

As John fed Nico the last spoon, Nico just stared at Irena and John as he was sitting in the middle of the bed, his hand rubbing his eye, but otherwise remind unmoving, unspeaking. John felt his heart clench at the sight of Nico's vulnerability, so starkly displayed in the light of day.

"Thank you," John murmured to Irena, his voice thick with gratitude.

"You're welcome," she replied, her tone still gentle. "Now, let's get him into a warm bath. It might help him relax."

John nodded, his eyes never leaving Nico's face. He picked Nico up, cradling him like a child, and carried him into the bathroom. He had never felt so powerless, so utterly inadequate.

He tried to take the clothes off of Nico, but Nico started panicing and backing away from John, his eyes wide with fear. "Nico, it's okay," John soothed, his voice gentle. "It's just a bath, to help you feel better."

Nico was still quiet, however he was now crying and shaking his head, his eyes pleading with John not to do this. John felt a pang of guilt, but knew that this was something they had to do. He set Nico down on the bathroom floor and started running the water, the sound of it filling the room.

"Come on, love," John coaxed, his voice gentle. "Just a bath, I promise."

Nico's eyes remained fixed on John, his chest heaving with shallow breaths. His trembling hands clutched at the hem of his shirt, so John couldn't take it off, a silent plea to not be exposed.

"I'm sorry," John murmured, his eyes full of regret. "But we need to get you cleaned up." He approached Nico slowly, his movements deliberate and calm. He knelt down, his eyes level with Nico's. "Can you help me?"

Nico shook his head closing on himself more, his eyes never leaving John's. John's heart broke at the sight of Nico's fear, but he knew that pushing him would only make things worse. He took a deep breath, his mind racing for a solution.

Irena came to the bathroom to check on them, the scene in front of her making her frown. She knew that pushing Nico was not going to work and that a different approach was needed. She took a deep breath and knelt down beside John, placing a gentle hand on Nico's shoulder.

"Nico," she said softly, her eyes meeting his, "it's Irena. Do you remember me?"

Nico nodded frantically, his gaze flickering to her before returning to the floor.

"John is taking care of you, and he needs to make sure you're okay," Irena said, her voice soothing. "Will you let him help you into the bath?"

Nico shook his head, covering his ears, his eyes squeezed shut. John felt a surge of despair, his mind racing for a way to ease Nico's distress.

"I'll get in with you," John offered, his voice soft. "We'll do it together, okay?"

Nico shook his head again, his eyes still squeezed shut, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. John felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Irena's understanding gaze. "Let's try something else," she suggested.

John nodded, his heart heavy with defeat. He stood up, giving Nico space as Irena stepped closer, her hand still on his shoulder. "Nico," she said, her voice a gentle whisper. "You're safe. We're just going to get you into the bath, okay?"

Nico's eyes remained shut, his body tense. John watched as Irena took over, her movements slow and deliberate. She began to unbutton Nico's shirt, he pulled away her hands, painful cry leaving him, staring at Irena with fear. "Nico, it's okay," she soothed. "We're just going to get you clean."

John's heart clenched, his mind racing. He didn't want to cause Nico any more pain, but he knew they had to get him into the water. He took a step back, his hands up in a non-threatening gesture. "It's okay, baby," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "Let Irena help."

Nico's eyes flickered open, his gaze landing on Irena. For a moment, it seemed like he was considering it, but then he buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking with sobs.

John felt helpless, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He wanted to fix this, to make it all go away, but he knew that wasn't possible. He watched as Irena continued to talk to Nico, her voice low and soothing, her movements slow and deliberate.

"Nico," she said, her voice a gentle coo, "you're okay. We're just going to get you into the water, and it'll be warm and safe. Like a cocoon."

Nico's sobs grew quieter, his breaths slowing. He looked up at John, his eyes filled with uncertainty. John's heart ached at the sight of his lover so broken, but he knew they had to keep pushing through this. He nodded at Irena, giving her a silent thank you for her patience and understanding.

"Come on," she coaxed, her hand still on Nico's shoulder. "Let's get you into the bath."

Nico took a deep, shuddering breath, then shook his head again his eyes looking at John, pleading for understanding. "Nico," John said, his voice soothing. "You need this. I need to take care of you."

Nico shook his head, whimpering as John's words sank in. He knew John was right, but the fear was overwhelming. John took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "I'll be right here," he promised, his voice steady. "You're safe with me."

Irena nodded, her gaze soft. "Let's start with just your feet," she suggested, her voice a gentle coax. "John will stay right here."

Nico's eyes searched John's, looking for reassurance. John nodded, his eyes filled with love and concern. "I'm right here," he murmured. "Just your feet, baby."

With a trembling sigh, Nico allowed Irena to help him to the edge of the tub.

"Good boy," she murmured, her voice filled with warmth and praise.

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving John's as he allowed Irena to help him remove his socks. His trembling subsided slightly as he felt the warm water of the bath envelop his feet.

"See?" John said, his voice soothing. "It's okay. Just a little bit at a time."

Nico nodded again, his eyes never leaving John's face. He took another deep breath.

"Alright," Irena said, her voice still soft. "Now, let's get the rest of you in."

Nico ponited to his clothes and shook his head.

"You don't have to take them off," John assured him, "We can just get you into the water."

Nico visibly relaxed at that and then slipped in to the bath, fully clothed, his trembling subsiding slightly as the warm water rose around him. John's eyes never left Nico's, his own fear and anxiety a palpable presence in the room. He knew this was a delicate situation, one wrong move could send Nico spiraling deeper into his subdrop.

They sat in silence for a few moments, the only sound the soft splash of the water as Nico shifted in the tub. John's mind was racing, trying to think of anything to say that would help, but words failed him. It was Irena who broke the silence, her voice gentle and reassuring.

"Nico," she began, "tell us what you're feeling right now."

John watched as Nico's eyes darted between them, his body stiff with tension. He knew that the key to helping Nico was communication, but the fear was palpable. Nico took a shaky breath before, diving his head under the tub.

"I'm here," John said, his voice calm and steady. "Just tell us what's going on in that head of yours."

Nico emerged from the water, he was visibly calmer, he just stared back at them.

Irena watched Nico, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity. "You don't have to talk about the scene," she said gently. "But tell us what's happening right now."

Irena had to admitt to herself that she didn't know how to handle this situation. She had seen subs in subdrop before, but something about Nico's silence was different, it was eerie.

She watched as John sat by the tub, his eyes never leaving Nico's, his hand reaching out to brush a wet lock of hair from his forehead.

"You are scarring me" John whispered, his eyes searching Nico's face for any sign of recognition. "What's going on in your head, baby?"

Nico's silence was a weight pressing down on them, the room seemingly shrinking around them. John felt the tears well up in his eyes, his heart breaking with every second that passed without a word.

"Nico," he said again, his voice barely a whisper. "You can talk to us."

Irena and John exchanged a look, her gaze filled with understanding. "Let's try something else," she suggested. She leaned closer to the tub, her hand reaching for the sponge. "How about we wash your hair, Nico?"

Nico nodded slightly, his eyes still on John. John felt a small measure of relief wash over him, his hand reaching out to squeeze Nico's shoulder. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble.

Irena began to lather the shampoo into Nico's hair, her movements slow and careful. The scent of the shampoo filled the room, a stark contrast to the heavy silence that had settled between them. John watched as the bubbles formed and then slid down Nico's face, mingling with the tears that still clung to his lashes.

"Does that feel good?" John asked, his voice tentative.

Nico nodded slightly, his eyes still fixed on John.

John's hand remained on Nico's shoulder, his thumb making soothing circles as Irena carefully began to rinse the shampoo out of his hair. The sound of the water was a comforting backdrop to their quiet efforts.

"Nico," John said, his voice low and steady. "Can you tell us what you need?"

Nico's eyes searched John's face, and for a moment, it seemed like he was trying to form words. But in the end nothing came out.

John didn't know how much more of this silent, broken Nico he could handle. He felt like he was losing the man he loved, bit by bit, and it was tearing him apart. "Nico," he whispered, his voice thick with unshed tears, "please, tell us."

Irena was also getting concerned by Nico's unresponsiveness, she had seen many subs go through subdrop before but this was something different, something more profound. She handed John the sponge filled with warm water and gestured for him to start washing Nico's body. "It's okay, Nico," she said, her voice a gentle whisper. "John's going to take care of you."

John took the sponge, his hand shaking as he brought it to Nico's chest. He began to gently wash the soap from Nico's skin, his eyes never leaving his partner's face. Each stroke was a silent plea for Nico to come back to him, to find his voice again.

"Nico, love" Irena started, " Would you be okay, if me and John stepped out so you can change in to dry clothes alone?" Irena asked gently, she knew Nico was feeling exposed and violated.

Nico nodded, his eyes finally breaking contact with John's.

John felt a knot in his stomach loosen slightly. "Okay," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "We'll be just outside the door."

They stepped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind them. John leaned against the wall, his eyes squeezed shut as he took a deep, shuddering breath. "What do we do?" he asked Irena, his voice trembling. " He is like a plastic doll " John's hand clenched into fists at his side.

Irena sighed heavily, her eyes reflecting the same worry that John felt. " I don't know, but we have to keep trying," she said. "We need to be patient and supportive."

John nodded, his eyes still closed. He knew she was right, but it was hard to remain hopeful when Nico was so lost in his own pain. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, his gaze meeting Irena's. "Thank you," he murmured. "For everything."

Irena gave him a small smile, her eyes filled with understanding. "You're welcome," she said. "But we're not done yet."

John nodded, his jaw clenched with determination. He knew he had to be strong for Nico, to help him through this. They waited outside the bathroom, their ears tuned for any sound of distress. The house was eerily quiet, the only sound the occasional drip of water from the faucet.

After what felt like an eternity, the door finally opened, and Nico emerged, dressed in hoodie and shorts that hung loosely on his frame. His eyes were haunted, but there was a glimmer of life in them that hadn't been there before. John's heart swelled with hope, but he didn't dare speak, afraid to shatter the fragile moment.

Irena stepped forward, her gaze assessing Nico's condition. "How are you feeling?" she asked, her voice gentle.

Nico looked at her, just staring quietly, before laying on the bed curling on himself.

John followed him to the bed, his heart aching with every step. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hand hovering over Nico's back. "Do you want me to hold you?" he asked, his voice low and tentative.

Nico nodded, his eyes squeezed shut. John carefully pulled him into his arms, cradling him like a child. Nico's body was tense, but he didn't resist, his trembling subsiding slightly at the warmth and safety John provided.

" What about Tv?" Irena suggested, breaking the silence. "Is there something you'd like to watch?"

Nico nodded slightly, his eyes still closed. John felt a spark of hope, something so simple could be a way to reach him. He leaned down and kissed Nico's forehead before standing up. "We'll pick something," he assured him.

As John was searching for something to watch Irena turned her attention to Nico, her eyes scanning his face for any sign of improvement. "Nico," she began, her voice a soft whisper, " Tell me, do you have a favorite TV show, or some comfort item, or any pet, favourite animal?" Irena was trying to find a way to connect with him, something that could bring him out of his shell.

Nico remained still, but John noticed his eyes flickered at the mention of animals. "We can watch something with animals," John suggested, his voice hopeful. " Sea world would be the best" he added, remembering how Nico used to light up at the sight of that type of documents.

Nico nodded slightly, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. It was the first real reaction they had seen from him since the club, and it gave John a flicker of hope.

They settled on the bed, with John carefully holding Nico in his arms. Irena sat beside them, her hand on Nico's leg in a comforting gesture. The TV flickered to life, showing the vibrant colors of an underwater world filled with graceful sea creatures. The calming sounds of the ocean filled the room, and for a moment, the tension seemed to ease.

Todays episode was about jellyfish, their mesmerizing dance in the deep sea. The blue light of the screen cast a soft glow on the three of them, and John felt Nico's body slowly start to relax against his chest. He held him tighter, his heart swelling with love and relief.

Irena was at the end, she didn't know what to do, usually subs would get better by the time they were in the tub but Nico was different, she had never seen anyone so lost in subspace. She watched as John cradled Nico, his gentle strokes on his back and the way he whispered sweet nothings into his ear. It was clear that John loved Nico deeply and was willing to do anything to help him.

The jellyfish on the TV screen danced gracefully, their ethereal movements captivating Nico's gaze. His breathing slowed, and the tension in his body began to dissipate. John felt a tear slide down his cheek, relieved that something was finally reaching Nico. He leaned down and whispered, "Look at them, baby. So beautiful, just like you."

Nico's eyes remained glued to the screen, but his body grew more pliant in John's embrace. The soft, rhythmic sounds of the ocean were a soothing lullaby, and John found himself relaxing too, his hand continuing to make slow circles on Nico's back. Irena watched from the edge of the bed, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and admiration for the bond between the two men.

As the documentary progressed, the jellyfish were in it's all beauty shown, but Nico's gaze remained transfixed. John took this as a good sign, his own anxiety slowly giving way to a cautious hope. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Nico's forehead, feeling the warmth of his skin and the softness of his hair.

"Some of them glow in the dark" Nico murmured, his voice barely audible. It was the first thing he had said since the club.

John's heart leaped at the sound, his eyes snapping to Nico's face. "They do?" he asked, his voice hopeful. "That's amazing."

Nico nodded, his eyes still glued to the screen. "Yeah," he murmured. "They're called bioluminescent jellyfish."

John felt a sense of victory at the sound of Nico's voice, no matter how faint it was. "They're so beautiful," he said, his voice filled with wonder. "Just like little stars in the ocean"

Nico nodded slightly, his eyes still fixed on the screen. "Yeah," he murmured. "They're my favorite."

John felt a weight lift from his chest at the sound of Nico's voice. It was a small victory, but it was something. He watched as the jellyfish continued their silent ballet, their glowing forms casting an otherworldly light into the darkness of the sea.

Irena couldn't help but smile at the sight of Nico finally speaking, his eyes glued to the screen. She reached out and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "They're quite fascinating," she said, her voice matching the calmness of the moment. "There's something soothing about watching them, isn't there?"

Nico looked at her, panic returning back to his eyes, he reached over and kissed her hand, because she was Dominant and Nico was not sure how to act around her now.

Irena's smile grew at Nico's gesture, understanding the unspoken words behind it. "It's okay, Nico," she said softly. "You don't have to be anything but yourself right now."

Nico leaned back at John chest, " You, Doms sure tend to change the rules how you see fit" Nico said with a serrious tone, questioning Irena once again.

Irena chuckled softly, her eyes never leaving Nico's. "Well, I see that you feel better" she admitted.

John felt a surge of relief, his grip on Nico loosening slightly. "Thank you," he murmured to Irena, his eyes filled with gratitude.

They continued to watch the jellyfish, their gentle movements on the screen a stark contrast to the tumultuous emotions in the room. The minutes ticked by, the only sounds the soft whispers of the ocean and the occasional comment from John about the jellyfish.

"We should adrress what happened" Irena said gently, breaking the comfortable silence. "Do you feel ready to talk about it, Nico?"

Nico took a deep breath, his body still tense in John's arms. He nodded, his voice small. "I... I don't know what happened," he admitted, his eyes flicking to John's face before returning to the TV.

John's hand tightened slightly on Nico's back. "It's okay," he said, his voice soothing. "We're here for you."

Irena promted gently, "Can you tell us what you remember?"

Nico's voice was a barely audible whisper, "I remember everything." His eyes searched John's, the fear and confusion evident.

John's heart skipped a beat, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "You do?"

Nico nodded, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I remember... I remember it all," he said, his voice cracking. "But I don't know why I didn't talk it felt right to just... not do anything, no talking or moving, or eating it felt right."

John's eyes filled with concern, his mind racing to understand what Nico had gone through. "That's a form of subspace," he murmured, his voice low and reassuring. "Sometimes it can be overwhelming, especially after an intense scene."

Nico nodded slightly, his breathing shallow. "Your world is cruel and cold John"

John felt a stab of guilt, knowing that the scene at the club had pushed Nico to this breaking point. "I'm sorry, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with regret.

Irena promted more, "Is there something specific that triggered this, Nico?"

Nico took a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking, his voice shaky. " Well I think it is safe to say, that me and public humilitation aren't gonna work" he said, his eyes never leaving the TV.

John's grip on him tightened protectively. "I'm so sorry, Nico," he murmured. "I didn't realize it would affect you like this."

Nico nodded, his eyes still on the TV. "It's okay," he said, his voice a mere whisper. "I didn't know either."

Irena's gaze softened, and she reached out to stroke Nico's hair. "Nico, it's important that we talk about this," she said, her voice firm but gentle.

Nico swallowed hard, his eyes still on the TV. "What is the point?" he murmured.

John's heart ached at the question, knowing that Nico was referring to the scene at the club. He took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "The point is that we need to communicate," he said, his voice firm but filled with compassion. "We need to understand what you need."

Nico remained silent for a long moment before speaking again, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't think it is much to talk about," he admitted, his eyes still on the jellyfish. "But if you want"

John leaned in, his eyes searching Nico's face. "Baby, we need to talk about it," he said, his voice filled with concern.

" Nico" Irena started, " I don't think you realize it but you haven't said a word during the whole day and you were completly unresponsive, that is not okay, even in our world."

Nico looked at her, his eyes wide with fear. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

John's arms tightened around him. "You don't have to apologize," he said firmly. "We're here to help you."

Nico took a deep breath, his gaze shifting from the TV to John's eyes. "Well it is not hard to grasp, I got humilitated in front your whole line of work, halfway through I realised that my cowerkers who are undercover can see me like this, so I guess I won't miss on few remarks when I go to work" Nico said closing his eyes, " people who don't like me saw my dick and were screaming degrading things the whole time and I was butt ass naked, so yeah I guess I kinda lost my composure a little but hey" Nico said sarcasticaly " at least I didn't get raped this time and I got shirt with the club logo, so it evens out " he said, annoyed.

John felt his blood boil at the mention of Nico's fears, his protective instincts roaring to life. "No one will say anything to you at work," he said firmly. "And if they do, I'll handle it."

Nico's eyes searched John's, his voice shaky. "I can handle myslef, besides it wouldn't do good"

John's jaw clenched, his eyes filled with determination. "I know you can handle yourself," he said, his voice low and steady. "But you don't have to go through this alone. We're a team, Nico."

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving John's. "I know," he murmured. "Can you tell Irena to go, I am not sure how to speak to her." Nico whispered to John.

John looked over at Irena, his eyes filled with apology. "Irena, I am sure, you have somewhere to be" he asked, his voice gentle.

Irena nodded, understanding the unspoken request. She gave Nico's hand a final squeeze before standing up. "If you need anything, John, you know where to find me," she said, her eyes warm and reassuring.

"Ah wait" Nico yelled after Irena, standing up and leaving for moment.

John felt Nico's absence like a cold wind, but he knew he needed to give him space. He watched as Nico approached Irena, giving her a file.

"I am really thankful for your help today, but that doesn't change my opinion on you nor your proffession," Nico said, his voice still faint but more stable than before.

Irena took the file, her expression unreadable. "What's this?" she asked, her eyes flicking to John.

" I gave you the file, why are you asking John," Nico said, his voice stronger now.

John's gaze flickered to the file, his curiosity piqued. Irena looked down at it, then back up at Nico. "I'll... I'll take a look," she said, her voice carefully neutral.

" You may have it, I have copies, to put it simply, it is detailed sumarry of every scene you have ever participiated in or were leading, as well as every contract ever signed by your clients, their names, numbers and proffessions as well as how many scenes you had with every sub" Nico said, his voice still shaky but firm.

Irena's eyes widened at the revelation, her hand tightening around the file. "How did you get this?" she demanded, her voice low and menacing.

Nico's gaze didn't waver. "I'm a detective," he said, his voice a little more stable now. "And I know how to do my job. And I am good at it"

Irena looked at the file in her hand, then back at Nico, her expression unreadable. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice measured.

Nico took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto hers. "It is a legal matter, I would have have to talk to you regardless in like few months but, here you are, I just didn't know how you look"

John felt a sense of pride swell in his chest at Nico's words, his detective instincts shining through even in such a vulnerable moment. He watched as Irena's expression grew more serious.

"I see," she said, her voice tight. "What is it you're looking for, Nico?"

Nico took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers. " Well, do you remeber Sofia Merri?"

Irena's eyes narrowed, "I do," she said, her voice tight with tension.

Nico nodded, his eyes searching hers. "Good," he murmured. "Then you know she claimed that you didn't respect the safeword and the scene went behind the contract"

Irena's face paled at the mention of the name. "That was a misunderstanding," she said quickly, her voice tight.

Nico nodded, his expression unreadable. "That's what everyone says," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "But in your case you are right, in the back of the file is also detailed report from the curt where you had proven your inocence and the fact that Sofia lied"

Irena's grip on the file loosened slightly, a hint of relief flickering in her eyes. "I see," she said, her voice even. "What is it you want from me?"

" Take this as friendly advice" Nico started, " My agency doesn't take this type of situations lightly, just because one person lied doesn't mean that the other who comes foward will be lying as well"

John's eyes widened at Nico's words, understanding the gravity of the situation. He knew that Nico was a formidable detective, and the fact that he had this kind of information on Irena was both impressive and a little terrifying.

" You are under investigation for the next 3 years, I am not handeling your case but my corworker is, if you think I am rude and annoying, you won't survire her, she will skin you alive, if you even stutter or give her reason to believe you are lying to her!" Nico said, his voice still shaky but filled with a strength.

Irena's eyes narrowed, her grip on the file tightening. "What do you expect from me?" she asked, her voice like ice.

" Nothing" Nico said simply, " If you follow your contracts and treat your subs with consent, you are safe, my collegue is just doing her job, she is hard to convince as for the contracts she doesn't take them seriously even when they are legal documents becuase they are easy to manipulate or to be sign under coercion"

Goddess Irena's expression remained neutral, but John could see the wheels turning in her head. She knew the implications of being under investigation, and it was clear she wasn't happy about it.

" As I said, take this as a friendly advice, some subs you will encounter will be subs that geniuenly want your service some of them will be mine cowerkers and well they will be watching everything, the way you talk carrie yourself, how you provide aftercare if even, if you follow the contracts how you treat them, you will be fine, but if you slip, if you hurt someone, if you don't respect the safeword, if you go behind the consent, the full force of the law will come down on you" Nico said, his voice still.

Irena nodded, her expression unreadable. "I understand," she said, her voice tight.

" And last thing" Nico continued, " As a Dominant you have a license, how long till you need to renew it?"

Irena's eyes narrowed slightly. "In six months," she replied, her tone clipped.

Nico nodded. "Good," he said. "Because if my cowerkers find out that you've broken the rules, I won't just be taking away your license. I'll make sure you're prosecuted to the full extent of the law." Nico took a deep breath, " Also since you are under investigation you will need to renew your license every month, starting the next month for the whole 3 years, if you will be even a day late, you will have to explain yourself to the main detective. All the documents and forms as well as instruction are in that file "

John watched the exchange, his heart racing. He could see the fear in Irena's eyes, and he knew that Nico's words were not an empty threat. The BDSM community took consent very seriously, and so did the law.

"Thank you for the... information," Irena said stiffly, her eyes not leaving Nico's.

Nico nodded, his gaze unwavering. "It's for the best," he said, his voice firm. "For everyone involved."

John could see the tension in Irena's shoulders as she tucked the file under her arm. "I'll take it under advisement," she said, her voice cold.

Nico nodded, his eyes still on her. "Please do," he murmured. "It's important."

Irena nodded, "I will set you out Irena" John insisted.

Irena gave a curt nod and walked out, her heels clicking against the floor, leaving the room feeling colder than before. John closed the door behind her, his heart racing.

" Thank you Irena, seriously I owe you big one for today, I know that Nico is quite,... a character but he means well" John said, his voice filled with gratitude.

Irena nodded, her eyes still on the door. "I know," she said, her voice tight. "But John, you need to take better care of him. He's not built for this world. As for this file, he is quite impressive I will leave him that"

John felt a pang of guilt. "I know," he murmured. "I'll do better."

Irena left the apartment, the tension lingering in the air like a thick fog. John returned to Nico, his eyes filled with concern. "You okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.

Nico nodded, his eyes still glued to the TV. "Just... I am sorry," he murmured.

John approached him, sitting down on the bed and pulling Nico into his arms. "You have nothing to be sorry for," he said, his voice soothing. "You're incredible, you know that?"

Nico leaned into John's embrace, his eyes still on the TV. "I do have to apologise," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

John tilted Nico's chin up, forcing him to meet his gaze. "For what?" he asked, his voice gentle but firm.

Nico's eyes searched John's, filled with a mix of guilt and embarrassment. "For... for everything ," he murmured. " I feel like the second you met me you didn't know peace since, I mean look at the collars I wanted to do something for you and look what it turned into. I just feel like I am making it harder everyday for you"

John's heart ached at the sight of Nico's distress, his own feelings of guilt and regret rising to the surface. He knew that Nico had been through a lot, and the last thing he wanted was to cause him any more pain. "Nico," he said, his voice firm but gentle, "You didn't do anything wrong. You were just being yourself, and that's all I ever want from you."

Nico's eyes searched John's, looking for reassurance. "But I'm not sub I will never be" he murmured, his voice filled with self-doubt. " I just feel like I am making it harder for you by just being me, also the collars for you they are for subs not Doms I didn't know, I feel like people at the club must think... I just am messing up lately and I don't want to fuck it up with you but I think I am"

John leaned in, his breath warm against Nico's cheek. "You're not messing up, Nico," he said firmly. "You're learning, and that's okay. The collars are just a symbol, and our relationship is about so much more than that."

Nico's eyes searched John's, his heart racing with hope. "I will be better, the next time someone says your name I won't speak unless you say so" he whispered.

John's gaze softened, his thumb tracing the line of Nico's jaw. "It's not about being perfect," he murmured. "It's about being honest and respectful. And you are, Nico. You're the most incredible person I know."

Nico's eyes searched John's, his expression a mix of hope and fear. "I would have talked to you but I just couldn't, I am sorry if I scared you I just..." he whispered. "I don't know everything was so cold, it was not on purpose"

John's grip tightened, his voice firm. "You don't have to apologize for being who you are," he said. "And you never have to hide from me. I don't want you to hide"

Nico took a deep breath, his eyes searching John's face. "I know," he murmured. "But I just... I feel like I need to be better for you,"

John's thumb stroked Nico's cheek, his eyes filled with love. "You are enough," he whispered. "You're more than enough."

Nico's eyes filled with unshed tears, the weight of his guilt and fear lifting slightly. He leaned into John's touch, feeling the warmth of his love surrounding him. "I just don't want to disappoint you," he murmured.

John's hand slid down to the collar around Nico's neck, his thumb rubbing it gently. "You could never disappoint me," he said, his voice low and sincere. "I love you for who you are, not for what you do or don't do in the club."

Nico's eyes searched John's, his chest tight with emotion. "I love you too," he murmured, his voice cracking. "But I don't know if I am what you need."

John leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Nico's forehead. "You are everything I need," he said firmly. "And I will always be here to support you, no matter what."

Nico's eyes searched John's, his grip on the collar tightening. "But what if I'm not supporting you" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

John's eyes softened, his hand cupping Nico's cheek. "You support me more than you know," he said, his voice gentle. "By being with me, by loving me, by wearing this collar." He leaned in, his breath hot against Nico's ear. "You're everything I've ever wanted, Nico."

Nico's eyes closed, his body trembling slightly. "I just want to make you happy, will it be better if I went with you to some BDSM activity, you could lie and say I am your sub, I can really keep my mouth shut," he murmured.

John's eyes searched Nico's, his heart aching at the thought of him hiding who he truly was. "No, Nico," he said firmly. "You don't have to do that for me. I'm happy just being with you."

Nico's eyes searched John's, the weight of his doubt slowly lifting. "But what if... what if someone challenges you because of me?" he whispered.

John's hand squeezed Nico's shoulder, his voice firm. "Let them," he said. "I can handle myself. And if they can't accept us, then they're not worth our time."

Nico's gaze held John's, the fear slowly receding from his eyes. "But what if it causes problems for you, in work?" he asked, his voice still shaky.

John's smile was gentle. "I can handle it," he assured Nico. "And if it does, we'll face it together."

Nico nodded, his eyes still searching John's, seeking reassurance. "Okay," he murmured, his grip on the collar loosening slightly.

John leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Nico's lips. "I promise," he said firmly. "We'll figure it out together. But are you okay, you really went unresponsive today and I don't want to act like it didn't happen."

Nico nodded, his eyes still on John's. "I'm okay," he murmured. "I just... I don't know, it was like everything just... stopped and now is moving again."

John's gaze was understanding. "You've been through a lot today," he said, his voice gentle. "Why don't we take a break from all of this for a while?"

Nico nodded, his eyes still filled with fear. "Okay," he murmured.

John pulled Nico closer, his arms wrapping around him in a tight embrace. "Let's just focus on us right now," he said, his voice soothing. " Because I realised that I didn't kiss you in a hot minute"

Nico's tense muscles slowly relaxed against John's chest, a small smile playing on his lips. "Okay," he murmured, his eyes closing as John's warmth enveloped him.

John felt the weight of the day's events pressing down on them, but he was determined to give Nico the comfort and reassurance he needed. He kissed him again, this time with more passion, his tongue seeking entry to Nico's mouth. Nico responded eagerly, their kiss deepening as they both sought solace in the other's touch.

The kiss grew more heated, and John's hands began to roam over Nico's body, caressing him through his clothes. Nico's own hands found their way to John's neck, his fingers tangling in his hair as they lost themselves in the moment. They broke apart, both panting, their eyes locked in a silent conversation of love and need.

John's eyes searched Nico's, looking for any sign of hesitation or fear. But all he saw was desire, raw and unfiltered. "Take off your clothes," he murmured, his voice thick with want.

Nico's hands moved to obey, his clothes discarded in a hurry as John's own followed suit. They were both naked now, their bodies pressed against each other, skin to skin, the collar around Nico's neck a stark reminder of their unconventional bond.

John's hand traveled down Nico's body, caressing his collarbone before moving to cup his erect cock. Nico gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as John began to stroke him gently, his touch both firm and tender. The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breathing, the tension of the day dissipating as they lost themselves in each other.

"John please," Nico begged, " Let me, I want this to be about you, just tell me what you want from me. I want this to be just about you"

John looked into Nico's eyes, and could see the sincerity in them. He knew that Nico was trying to make it up to him, to give him the control. "Alright," John murmured, his voice thick with desire. "But only if you're sure."

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving John's. "I'm sure," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

John's hand stopped, and he leaned in to kiss Nico deeply, tasting the salt of his tears and the sweetness of his mouth. He knew that Nico was offering himself as a means of apology, but he also knew that this was not about power or dominance. It was about connection, about finding refuge in each other's arms.

John's hand slid away from Nico's cock, instead wrapping around his waist and pulling him closer. He kissed him with all the love and passion he felt, their bodies moving together in a silent dance of healing. Nico's hands roamed over John's chest and back, exploring every inch of him as if trying to reassure himself that John was real, that he was there.

Their kiss grew more intense, tongues dancing together as they sought to erase the pain of the day's events. John felt Nico's hands move to his own cock, stroking him with the same gentle firmness he had used moments before. He moaned into the kiss, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through his body.

John broke away, his eyes locking onto Nico's. "You don't have to do this," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "But if you want to, I'll take it."

Nico nodded, his eyes filled with determination. "I want to," he whispered, his hand continuing to stroke John.

John's eyes searched Nico's, the love and trust in them making his heart swell. He knew that this was Nico's way of reaffirming their bond, of showing that he was still his, even after the day's events. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice filled with emotion.

Nico's hand moved to John's chest, his thumb tracing circles around his nipple as John's own hand slid down to cup Nico's ass. They moved together, their bodies speaking a language that transcended words. The bed creaked as John lay back, pulling Nico on top of him. Nico straddled him, his cock hard and insistent against John's stomach.

"Tell me what you want me to do"Nico whispered, his eyes full of submission.

John's gaze never left Nico's, his hand guiding the detective's cock to his mouth. "I want you to fuck my face," he ordered, his voice a low growl.

Nico's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and excitement. He positioned himself, the tip of his cock brushing against John's lips. John opened his mouth, taking Nico in, inch by inch. Nico's hands gripped the bedframe, his knuckles white with the effort of not pushing too hard, too fast.

John's tongue danced around the shaft, teasing the slit before diving down to lick at Nico's balls. Nico's breath hitched, his hips jerking slightly in response. John's hand reached up to cup the base of Nico's cock, his thumb circling the sensitive spot just beneath the head. Nico's thighs trembled, and he let out a low moan, his eyes squeezed shut.

John could feel Nico's tension building, his muscles tightening with every stroke of his tongue. He knew that Nico was close, that he was on the edge, and he wanted to push him over. He took Nico's cock deeper into his mouth, his throat muscles working to take him all in. Nico's moans grew louder, his hips starting to thrust in a steady rhythm.

John's hand slid down to Nico's ass, his fingers teasing the tight hole. Nico's eyes shot open, his breath catching in his throat as John's middle finger slipped inside him. The detective's body tensed for a moment before he relaxed, his eyes rolling back in his head as John's finger began to move in time with his mouth.

Nico's hips began to rock, fucking John's mouth with a need that was palpable. John could feel his own arousal growing, his cock hard and demanding attention. He reached down, stroking himself in time with Nico's movements, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing in the room.

John's finger slid in and out of Nico, the detective's moans growing louder. He knew Nico was close, his body tensing with every stroke. He increased the pace, his tongue swirling around the head of Nico's cock as his finger worked its way deeper into him. Nico's moans grew more desperate, his hands gripping the bedframe so tightly John could hear the wood creaking.

With a final, guttural groan, Nico came, his hot cum spilling into John's mouth. John swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste of his lover's release. Nico's body went slack, his head falling back as he rode out the last waves of pleasure. John's hand slowed, gently milking the last drops from Nico's cock before letting go, his eyes never leaving the detective's face.

Nico collapsed onto John's chest, his breathing ragged. John held him tightly, his arms a secure cocoon of warmth and safety. They lay there for a few moments, the only sound their mingled breaths and the steady thump of their racing hearts.

John felt a profound sense of peace wash over him, the tension of the day slowly seeping away as Nico's weight grew heavier against him. He kissed the top of Nico's head, his hand tracing lazy circles on his back. "Thank you," he murmured.

Nico's voice was muffled against John's chest. "I was supposed to make you feel good, tell me what can I do to you?"he asked, his breath still coming in gasps.

John chuckled, the sound rumbling against Nico's ear. "You already did," he murmured, his hand still stroking Nico's back. "But if you're feeling generous..."

Nico's head lifted, his eyes searching John's. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice still hoarse from his earlier cries.

John's eyes darkened with desire. "I want you to masturbate in front of me," he said, his voice a low growl. "I want you to then suck me off."

Nico nodded, his own arousal spiking at John's command. He sat up, his hand wrapping around his cock, which was already starting to harden again. John watched, his eyes hooded, as Nico began to stroke himself, his movements slow and deliberate. John's hand slid down his own body, his thumb tracing the head of his cock before he began to pump himself in time with Nico.

The room was filled with the sound of their breathing, the slick sound of skin on skin. Nico's hand moved faster, his hips thrusting slightly with each stroke. John's eyes never left Nico's, the intensity of their gaze a silent conversation of desire.

John reached up, his hand cupping Nico's face and guiding him down. Nico's mouth closed over John's cock, his tongue swirling around the head before taking him in deep. John's eyes rolled back, his hips lifting off the bed as Nico's mouth moved in perfect rhythm with his hand. He could feel the pressure building, his balls tightening as Nico's mouth worked him.

The sight of Nico, so eager to please, so lost in the moment, was almost too much for John to handle. He watched as Nico's hand worked his own cock, the two of them locked in a silent symphony of desire. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, the wet sucking noises from Nico's mouth, and the slap of skin against skin.

John's hand tightened on the back of Nico's head, guiding him deeper, faster. Nico's eyes never left John's, the love and submission in them driving John wild. He could feel his orgasm building, the heat coiling in his belly, his toes curling in anticipation.

Nico's strokes grew more erratic, his own pleasure evident in the way his body moved against John's. John's hips bucked, pushing his cock deeper into Nico's mouth, the detective taking him eagerly. John's hand moved to Nico's chest, his thumb flicking at one of his nipples, adding to the symphony of sensation.

With a final, powerful thrust, John came, his cum spurting into Nico's mouth. Nico swallowed greedily, never breaking eye contact, his own hand still working his cock. John watched as Nico's orgasm took him, his body shuddering with the force of it. Nico's hand moved faster, his eyes squeezed shut, and John felt a pang of pride knowing he had brought his lover to this peak.

When they were both spent, John pulled Nico closer, his hand still cupping the back of his head. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. Nico nodded, his breathing still ragged, his eyes shining with love and need.

They lay there, their bodies tangled together, the collar around Nico's neck a silent reminder of their unique bond. John's hand slid down to trace the leather, his heart swelling with a mix of pride and tenderness. "You really are mine," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

Nico's eyes searched John's, his own hand coming up to cover John's, pressing it against the collar. "Always," he murmured, his voice a soft promise.

John felt a warmth spread through him, the collar around Nico's neck a symbol of their unspoken agreement. They were in this together, no matter what the outside world threw at them.

"Can I change the collar litle bit?" Nico asked, his voice still shaky from their intense encounter.

John nodded, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "Of course," he murmured, his hand caressing the collar. "But why?"

Nico's cheeks flushed, and he swallowed hard. "It's just...I saw that you have a little bells on your Dominant attire, I wanted to add few" he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "It feels right, like having more of you, plus I will be jingling next time you fuck me."

John's eyes lit up with a mix of amusement and arousal at Nico's words. "You want to jingle for me?" he asked, his voice a low purr.

Nico nodded, his cheeks flushing deeper. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "It would also look pretty, plus they would be from your attire, like I am part of you in club when you will hear it when moving because I will be wearing the same ones."

John's heart swelled with affection. "I like that idea," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "Let's do it."

They both sat up, the collar still nestled around Nico's neck. John reached for the small bag of bells he kept in his drawer, the metal jingling as he pulled it out. He carefully selected a few, their tinkling sound echoing in the quiet room.

John's hands were steady as he unbuckled the collar, his gaze never leaving Nico's. Nico's eyes were wide with anticipation, his breath shallow. The collar came off, and John held it out to him, allowing Nico to attach the bells himself. Nico's fingers trembled slightly as he fastened them onto the leather, the sound of the bells sending a thrill through both of them.

Once the bells were in place, John took the collar back, his eyes never leaving Nico's. He carefully buckled it around Nico's neck, the bells chiming softly with every movement. The sound was faint but unmistakable, a constant reminder of their connection. Nico's smile grew as he felt the added weight, the jingle of the bells sending a shiver down his spine.

John leaned in, his breath hot against Nico's ear. "Now, every time you move, every time you breathe, you'll be reminded of me," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. Nico's pulse quickened at the thought, the bells a sweet reminder of their bond even in the most mundane moments.

They stood in front of the mirror, their naked bodies reflecting the newfound confidence and connection. Nico's hand went to the collar, his eyes meeting John's in the reflection. "You like it?," he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

John nodded, his eyes dark with desire. "I do," he murmured, his hand coming up to cup Nico's cheek. "You look beautiful, my love."

Nico's cheeks flushed with pleasure at John's words, the bells chiming softly as he turned to face him. He leaned in, pressing their foreheads together. "Thank you for loving me," he whispered.

John's hand slid around the back of Nico's neck, his thumb brushing against the leather of the collar. "Always," he murmured, his eyes filled with warmth.

Nico felt the weight of the collar, the jingle of the bells, and the love in John's gaze. It was a powerful combination, one that filled him with a sense of belonging he had never experienced before. He leaned into John's touch, his body responding instinctively to the dominance in John's grip.

John leaned down, capturing Nico's mouth in a possessive kiss. The bells tinkled sweetly, the sound only adding to the intimacy of the moment. Nico moaned into the kiss, his body melting into John's embrace.

When they finally broke apart, Nico's eyes were glazed with lust. "Take me," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.

John's eyes darkened, his grip on Nico's neck tightening slightly. "As you wish," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. He pushed Nico back onto the bed, the detective's body bouncing slightly on the mattress.

Nico's eyes never left John's as the older man reached for the lube, his cock already hard and ready. John slid the slick liquid over Nico's cock, his eyes never leaving the detective's face. Nico's hips rolled up, his body begging for more.

John leaned down, his mouth capturing Nico's cock, the bells on the collar chiming sweetly with every movement. Nico's eyes rolled back in his head, his moans muffled by John's mouth. The feeling of John's tongue and the sound of the bells was intoxicating, a symphony of pleasure that made him feel more connected to the man he loved than ever before.

John's hand reached down, his thumb playing with Nico's ass, teasing the tight ring of muscle. Nico's body tensed, his breath catching in his throat. He was ready, eager for John to claim him completely. John's eyes never left Nico's as he slid two fingers inside, the detective's body opening up for him without hesitation.

Nico's moans grew louder as John's fingers moved inside him, preparing him for what was to come. The bells on the collar jingled with every gasp, adding to the erotic symphony of their lovemaking. John could feel the trust in Nico's eyes, the complete surrender to his dominance.

With a final twist of his wrist, John knew Nico was ready. He pulled away, the detective's cock glistening with saliva and pre-cum. "On your hands and knees," he ordered, his voice a low growl. Nico complied without question, his body a canvas of desire and need.

John positioned himself behind Nico, his own cock aching for release. He took a moment to admire the view - the firm muscles of Nico's back, the way the collar framed his neck, the way his ass begged to be taken. He reached down, his hand guiding his cock to Nico's waiting hole. He pushed in, slow and steady, savoring the tight heat that enveloped him.

Nico came at the intrusion, his body tensing and then relaxing as John filled him completely. The bells on the collar chimed with every thrust, the sound a sweet music that matched the rhythm of their lovemaking. John's hand tightened on Nico's hip, his other hand reaching around to grip the detective's cock, stroking in time with his own movements.

Nico's moans grew louder, his body moving in sync with John's. The bells on the collar grew louder, their music a sweet counterpoint to the grunts and gasps that filled the room. John's strokes grew faster, his own need driving him onward. He could feel Nico's body tightening around him, the detective's orgasm approaching.

With a final, powerful thrust, John reached around, his thumb pressing against Nico's cock. The detective's body spasmed, his cock pulsing in John's hand as he came, his body shaking with the intensity of his release. John followed, his own orgasm ripping through him like a storm, his seed filling Nico's ass as the bells on the collar chimed out their victory.

Their bodies remained connected, their breathing heavy and uneven. John leaned down, pressing his forehead against Nico's back, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. "You okay?" he murmured, his voice thick with concern.

Nico nodded, his body still trembling from the intensity of their climax. "Yeah," he gasped, his voice barely audible over the jingling of the bells. "I'm... I'm okay. We should go again, I know your stamina"

John chuckled, his own body still thrumming with desire. "Greedy," he murmured, his voice a low purr. "But I'm more than happy to oblige."

He slid out of Nico, the loss of his warmth leaving the detective feeling momentarily empty. But the sound of the bells as Nico shifted position was enough to reignite John's arousal. He watched as Nico rolled over, his legs parting willingly for John's inspection. The collar around his neck was a stark reminder of their roles, but the love in Nico's eyes was the most potent aphrodisiac of all.

John reached for the lube again, his cock already hardening again at the sight of Nico's willingness. He coated his shaft, watching as Nico's eyes never left his movements. The detective's gaze was filled with a mix of desire and adoration that made John's heart swell.

He positioned himself between Nico's legs, his cock sliding back into the welcoming heat of his body. The bells chimed sweetly with every thrust, the sound a gentle reminder of their bond. Nico's eyes rolled back in his head, his body moving in time with John's rhythm.

John leaned down, his mouth capturing Nico's in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together as their bodies moved in perfect harmony. The detective's hands roamed over John's chest, his nails digging in slightly, a silent plea for more. John gave it to him, his hips moving faster, his cock plunging deeper.

Nico choked on the thrust, the pleasure mixing with the pain, his nails scratching down John's back. The sound of the bells grew louder, a sweet symphony of their love and passion. John's hand reached down, his cock pressing against Nico's prostate, sending waves of pleasure crashing through the detective's body. Nico's hips bucked upward, his legs trembling as John hit that spot again and again.

John's strokes grew more erratic, his own climax approaching. He could feel Nico's body tightening around him, the detective's moans growing louder with each thrust. The bells grew louder, their music urging John onward. He couldn't hold back anymore, his orgasm crashing over him in a wave of pure bliss. He roared, his hips snapping forward as he filled Nico with his cum, the bells chiming sweetly with each pulse.

They lay there, their bodies tangled together, the bells on the collar chiming softly with every movement. John's heart hammered in his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Nico's eyes were closed, his face a picture of pure ecstasy.

John reached up, his thumb brushing over the collar, the bells chiming softly. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Nico's forehead. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Nico's eyes fluttered open, a soft smile playing on his lips. " Are you doubting my loyality?," he whispered, his voice filled with contentment and laughter.

John's expression softened, a gentle chuckle escaping his lips. "Never," he murmured, his thumb still stroking the collar. "But I do enjoy the sound of you being mine."

Nico's smile grew, his eyes shining with love and mischief. "So, you like the jingles," he teased, arching his neck slightly to make the bells dance.

John's hand tightened around the collar, his gaze darkening. "More than you know," he said, his voice a low growl. He leaned in, capturing Nico's mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue demanding entry. Nico moaned, his body responding to John's touch as if it had been programmed to do so.

Their kiss grew more intense, their teeth clashing as John's hand moved down to grip Nico's cock. The detective's hips jerked upward, seeking more contact. John obliged, his hand moving in a fast, firm rhythm that had Nico whimpering into his mouth. The bells on the collar chimed with every movement, a sweet reminder of their bond.

Nico turned into whimpering mess, his body writhing under John's ministrations. The sound of the bells grew more frantic, their sweet music a backdrop to their passion. John could feel Nico's climax building, his cock growing harder in his hand. He broke the kiss, his eyes locking onto Nico's. "Come for me," he ordered, his voice a gruff command.

Nico's eyes widened, his hips bucking as he followed John's command. His body spasmed, his cock releasing a torrent of cum onto his stomach. The bells on the collar jingled wildly, their sound a testament to the intensity of his release. John watched, his own desire growing as he took in the sight of Nico's pleasure.

They lay there for a moment, their breathing ragged, the only sound in the room the chiming of the bells. John leaned down, his tongue tracing the path of Nico's cum, cleaning him up with gentle strokes. Nico shivered, his eyes never leaving John's. The intimacy of the moment was not lost on either of them, the collar a silent witness to their love.

John pulled the collar, bringing Nico's face closer to his. "I love you," he murmured against the detective's lips. Nico's eyes searched John's, his smile filled with warmth. "I love you too," he whispered back, the bells chiming sweetly with every word.

They lay there, their bodies entwined, the collar a constant reminder of their deep connection. Nico's hand reached up, tracing the leather strap that circled his neck. "I can't believe this is happening," he murmured. "That I'm yours. I am happy that you are"

John's eyes searched Nico's, his expression tender. "You are," he said, his voice filled with certainty. "And I'm yours. We're in this together, Nico. No matter what happens outside of this room."

Nico nodded, his eyes shining with love. He knew John was right, "Are you free this, thursday?"

John's gaze softened, "Of course," he murmured, his thumb still stroking the collar. "What did you have in mind?"

Nico's smile grew mischievous. "I want you to meet my friends from work" he said, his voice filled with excitement. "If you are interested of course."

John's eyes widened in surprise, his hand stilling on the collar. "You want me to meet your colleagues?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

Nico nodded, his smile growing bolder. "Of course," he murmured. "You are very important to me."

John felt a surge of warmth in his chest. He had never been introduced to anyone from Nico's work life, and the thought of meeting the people who knew the detective outside of their intimate moments was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. "Okay," he said slowly, his hand squeezing Nico's hip. "But you know they might not understand our... arrangement."

Nico's smile didn't waver. "They're my closest friends, John," he said, his voice filled with confidence. "They know I'm in relationship with you. And they want to meet you."

John felt a knot of anxiety form in his stomach. He knew that Nico's colleagues knew about their relationship, but the thought of meeting them while wearing a collar was a whole different ballgame. "Okay," he said, his voice still thick with hesitation. "But, what if they...?"

Nico silenced him with a kiss, the collar chiming gently between them. "They know me, John," he murmured. "They know I wouldn't do anything that would make me uncomfortable. And they're going to love you, just like I do."

John's anxiety melted away under Nico's reassurance, his body relaxing into the detective's embrace. He nodded, his smile growing. "Okay," he murmured. "I trust you."

Nico leaned in, his eyes shining with love. "Thank you," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to John's neck. The bells on the collar chimed softly, a sweet reminder of their bond. "They're going to love you," he murmured, his voice filled with certainty.

"But," Nico started hesitentaly, " one guy, his name is Connor, we used to date, but it was only for a month, so if that makes you uncomfortable..."

John felt his stomach drop at the mention of Nico's ex, but he quickly regained his composure. "No," he said firmly, his hand tightening around Nico's hip. "It doesn't make me uncomfortable. I trust you."

Nico's eyes searched John's, looking for any sign of doubt. Finding none, he relaxed into the embrace, the collar chiming gently with their shared sigh of relief. "Thank you," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to John's chest.

"Why did you break up" John asked, his curiosity piqued by the mention of Nico's ex.

Nico's smile was bittersweet. "It just didn't work out," he said, his voice low. "We had different needs, different lives. It was a good learning experience, though. But mainly because one time he wanted to fuck but I didn't because we were together for just a month and I don't trust people that quickly." He took a breath, " after that we were just making out, and he put his hands around my throat to ' spicy it up' but he squeezed my neck and I paniced and stabbed him in the eye "

John's eyes widened in shock, "You stabbed him?"

Nico nodded, his expression unapologetic. "It was an accident," he murmured. "I didn't mean to, but I got scared when he started to choke me"

John's gaze searched Nico's eyes, his heart racing. He knew that the detective had his reasons, but the thought of his partner in such a dangerous situation sent a cold shiver down his spine. "You never told me about that," he said, his voice a low murmur.

Nico looked away, his cheeks flushing slightly. "It's not something I'm proud of," he admitted. "But it's part of my past, and it's what led me to you."

John's gaze softened, his thumb tracing patterns on Nico's hip. "You don't have to be sorry for that," he murmured. "It's made you who you are today, and I'm grateful for that."

Nico's eyes searched John's, looking for any trace of judgment. Finding none, he leaned into the embrace, his cheek pressing against John's chest. "I just don't want to lose you," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the chiming of the bells.

John's arms tightened around him. "You won't," he said firmly. "I'm here for you, Nico. And I'll be by your side, no matter what."

Nico nodded, his eyes squeezed shut as he took a deep breath. "So you, still want to meet them?" he murmured, his voice filled with relief.

John kissed the top of Nico's head, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath the collar. "Yes," he said firmly. "If it's important to you, then it's important to me."

Nico looked up, his eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I'll make sure you're comfortable and the guy with one eye will be Connor"

John chuckled, the tension in the room dissipating slightly. "I'll be fine," he assured Nico, his voice filled with warmth. "As long as you're with me, I can handle anything."

They shared a lingering kiss, the bells chiming sweetly with each tender movement of their lips. When they finally pulled apart, John could feel the collar's leather warm against his skin, a symbol of their shared trust and love.

"Alright," John said, a hint of excitement in his voice. "Thursday it is. I'll be on my best behavior."

Nico's eyes lit up with joy. "Perfect," he said, his voice filled with excitement. "They're going to love you."

"Now" Nico began, " do you want to a quick fuck or sleep?"

John's eyes danced with mischief. "How about both?" he suggested, his hand sliding down to squeeze Nico's ass.

Nico laughed, his eyes sparkling with desire. "You're insatiable," he murmured, pushing his hips upward.

John leaned down, his teeth grazing Nico's earlobe. "Is that a problem?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

Nico's eyes closed, his body shivering at the sensation. "No," he breathed, his voice filled with need. "It's never a problem with you."

John smirked, his hand moving to the collar, giving it a gentle tug. "Good," he murmured, his eyes darkening with lust. "Because I'm feeling particularly... energetic tonight."

Nico's eyes snapped open, his cheeks flushing as he felt John's cock hardening against his thigh. "Well, then," he said, his voice a playful challenge. "What are we waiting for?"

John didn't need any further encouragement. He rolled Nico onto his stomach, his hand smoothing over the detective's back as he kissed and nibbled his way down the spine. Nico's body arched, his moans muffled by the pillow beneath his face. John took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the collar around Nico's neck, the bells chiming gently with every gasp and whimper.

He reached for the lube on the nightstand, his other hand squeezing Nico's ass before sliding a finger between the cheeks. Nico's body tensed for a moment before relaxing, welcoming the intrusion. John's finger circled the tight ring of muscle, teasing it open before sliding in deep. Nico's moans grew louder, his body squirming with pleasure.

John added another finger, scissoring them to stretch Nico's ass, making sure he was ready for what was to come. The detective's body was a symphony of sounds: the slick wetness of the lube, the faint squeaks of the bed, and the steady jingle of the bells on the collar. John couldn't resist the urge to lean down and bite the collar, his teeth sinking into the soft leather.

Nico yelped, his body jolting. "Fuck, John," he groaned, his voice muffled by the pillow.

John chuckled, his eyes gleaming with desire. "Ready for more?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble.

Nico nodded frantically, his body begging for John's cock. John didn't waste any time, positioning himself at Nico's entrance and pushing in slowly, savoring the tight heat that enveloped him. Nico's body tensed, his moans growing louder as John filled him completely. The collar chimed with each thrust, a sweet counterpoint to the raw, primal sounds filling the room.

John's rhythm grew more intense, his hand reaching around to stroke Nico's cock in time with his movements. Nico's hips pushed back, meeting John's thrusts eagerly. The room was alive with the scent of their passion, the air thick with it. John could feel Nico's orgasm building, his body tightening around him.

He leaned down, his breath hot against Nico's ear. "Come for me," he murmured, his voice a command that Nico couldn't resist. With a strangled cry, Nico's body spasmed, his cock releasing a hot, sticky mess onto the sheets. The bells on the collar chimed wildly, their music a sweet crescendo to the detective's climax.

John watched, his own desire reaching a fever pitch as he felt Nico's body pulsing around him. He quickened his pace, driving deep inside the other man as he chased his own release. The collar grew slick with sweat and saliva, a silent witness to the intensity of their love.

Nico's moans grew louder, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. John's hand tightened around Nico's cock, his strokes becoming more insistent. He knew Nico could take more, could give more. And with each stroke, John felt his own climax approaching.

He leaned down, his teeth grazing Nico's earlobe. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice filled with possessive desire. "Always and forever."

Nico shivered at the words, his body responding with a renewed surge of passion. "Yours," he moaned, his voice a desperate plea.

John's hand tightened on the collar, the leather warm and slick with sweat. He could feel Nico's heart racing beneath his touch, the bells chiming with every beat. "Mine," he repeated, his voice a possessive growl as he claimed the detective's body once more.

Their passion grew wilder, their movements more erratic as they climbed higher and higher. The collar was a constant reminder of their bond, a symbol of the trust and love that had brought them to this moment. Nico's body was John's playground, each moan and whimper a sweet symphony of pleasure that fueled his own desire.

John's strokes grew more demanding, his hand moving in time with his hips as he claimed Nico's body. The detective's breath hitched, his body trembling as John's thumb circled his sensitive spot. He knew Nico was close, could feel the tension coiled tight within him, ready to snap.

"John," Nico moaned, his voice breaking. "I need... I need..."

John knew exactly what Nico needed. He leaned down, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of Nico's shoulder, marking him as his own. Nico's body arched, his hands clenching the bedsheets as John's thumb applied more pressure. The bells on the collar chimed in a frenzied rhythm, echoing the desperation in Nico's cries.

With one final, powerful thrust, John let go, his orgasm ripping through him like a storm. He filled Nico completely, his cock pulsing with the force of his release. Nico's body clenched around him, his own orgasm triggered by the feeling of John's cum filling him up. The detective's moans grew louder, his body shaking as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

John didn't stop moving, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm as he watched Nico come apart beneath him. The collar chimed with each thrust, a sweet soundtrack to their love making. Nico's body was a canvas of pleasure, his skin flushed and covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

As their passion began to ebb, John's grip on the collar loosened, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He pulled out slowly, his cock still hard despite the intense release. Nico collapsed onto the bed, his body boneless and sated.

John leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of Nico's neck, right above the collar. "Mine," he murmured again, his voice filled with contentment.

Nico's chuckle was breathless. "Always," he whispered, his eyes closed in bliss.

John leaned over, his body heavy with satisfaction. He kissed Nico's spine, tracing the line of his backbone down to the base of the collar. "I love you," he murmured against the warm skin.

Nico's eyes fluttered open, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "I love you too," he breathed, his voice still thick with arousal.

John pulled back, his eyes never leaving Nico's collar. "You know," he murmured, his voice a low rumble, "I've been thinking about this."

Nico rolled over, his eyes meeting John's with a mischievous glint. "And what have you been thinking about?" he asked, his voice a playful challenge.

John smirked, his hand trailing down Nico's chest to rest on the collar. "This," he said, his voice a low growl. "How it looks on you, how it makes me feel to see you wearing it."

Nico's cheeks flushed, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "And what does it make you feel?" he asked, his voice a soft purr.

John's gaze never left the collar. "It makes me feel like the luckiest man alive," he murmured, his voice sincere. "It's a constant reminder of your love and your trust in me."

Nico's heart swelled at the words, his hand reaching up to cover John's. "I'm the lucky one," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "You've changed my life in ways I never thought possible. I want you to pick a collar for me for the Thursday, after all I have 8 of them"

John leaned in, his eyes soft. "I'd be honored," he murmured, his thumb tracing the collar's edge.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, the bells chiming softly as they moved. The warmth of their love was palpable, a stark contrast to the cold, hard world outside their bedroom.

Thursday came and John finnaly picked a collar for Nico, the one that he knew would make him look absolutely stunning. It was a collar of deep blue leather, with a silver buckle that gleamed in the soft light of the room. It was simpler than the others, but it had a certain elegance that spoke to John and he knew it would suit Nico perfectly.

John put the colar on Nico and felt his heart swell with pride and affection as he saw the way it framed Nico's neck. Nico looked up at him, his eyes filled with a mix of excitement and vulnerability. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice a soft caress.

John leaned down, capturing Nico's lips in a gentle kiss. "You're welcome," he whispered against them. "Now, let's get you ready to meet your friends."

Nico nodded, his hands trembling slightly with excitement as he sat up. "Okay," he murmured, his eyes never leaving John's.

John stood, his hand still on the collar. "Trust me," he said, his voice filled with reassurance. "They're going to love me just as much as you do."

Nico sat up, his eyes shining with hope. "I know they will," he said, his voice filled with confidence. "But I'm still nervous. I want you to like them."

John chuckled, his hand cupping Nico's cheek. "I'll do my best," he promised, his thumb stroking the soft skin.

The night of the dinner party, Nico's nerves were palpable as they approached the fancy restaurant. The collar around his neck chimed softly with each step, a silent reminder of the bond they shared. John had chosen to wear a simple black dress shirt and slacks, his own attire a stark contrast to the leather and chains of the club. He wanted to make a good impression, but he also wanted to be true to himself.

When they walked in, Nico's friends were already there, waiting at the entrance, they looked at the collar around Nico's neck and exchanged knowing glances, but said nothing. They were all dressed in their best, the room was filled with the low hum of conversation and the clinking of silverware against plates. The scent of expensive cologne and perfume mingled with the aroma of fine cuisine.

John's gaze swept over the group, taking in their reactions. Some were curious, others seemed surprised, but none looked disapproving. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the evening ahead.

Once they sat down Nico introduced John, the collar clearly visible to all. " Guys, this is John my lover" Nico said, his voice steady. John stood, extending his hand to each of them in turn, his grip firm but not overpowering. The tension was palpable as they all took in the sight of the collar, but Nico's friends greeted him with polite smiles and nods.

" John, this is Diane, she works in the department of child pornography" Nico began, his voice calm but with a hint of pride.

John's eyes lit up as he took Diane's hand in a firm handshake. "It's an honor to meet you," he said, his voice sincere. "The work you do is incredibly important."

Diane's smile was genuine and warm, she didn't pull away from his touch. "Thank you, I heard so much good about you" she said joyfully, her gaze flicking to the collar around Nico's neck.

" This is Connor, he works with sexual slavery and child brides age 15 and lower" Nico continued the introductions, his voice unwavering.

John's smile didn't falter as he took Connor's hand, his eyes locked onto the man's, showing no judgment. "Connor, it's a pleasure to meet you," he said firmly, the collar chiming gently with each word. "Your dedication to saving lives is commendable."

Connor's grip was firm, his eyes assessing John with a mix of curiosity and respect. "Thank you," he said, his voice low. "It's not an easy job, but it's necessary."

John nodded, his gaze never leaving Connor's. "I can imagine," he said, his voice filled with understanding. "But you're making a difference, and that's what counts."

Nico's eyes searched John's face, his heart swelling with love and admiration. He knew this was a big step for John, but he was handling it with the same grace and confidence that had drawn Nico to him in the first place.

" And finally, this is Danny, he works in the same sector as me, sex trafficking in the BDSM comunity and on top of that in the department with market of white meat " Nico introduced the last friend with a smirk.

Danny's eyes widened slightly at the sight of the collar, but he quickly schooled his expression into a friendly smile. "John, it's great to finally meet you," he said, shaking John's hand firmly. "Nico's told us so much about you."

John returned the smile, his eyes never leaving Danny's. "Likewise," he said, his voice steady. "Your work sounds intense. It's not every day you get to save people from such heinous crimes."

Danny's gaze lingered on the collar for a moment before meeting John's. "It's a tough world out there," he agreed, his voice holding a hint of sadness. "But we do what we can."

" And this is John, my lover, he works as a Dominant in the BDSM club, bondage and impact play" Nico concluded, watching his friends' expressions closely.

Danny's eyes grew curious, a spark of intrigue lighting up his gaze as he took in John's attire and the collar around Nico's neck. "Ah, so you're the one keeping Nico on his toes," he quipped, raising an eyebrow.

John chuckled, his grip on Nico's collar tightening slightly, a silent reminder of their bond. "And then some," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

" Well, that is enough of plesanteries" Diane clasped her hands, " John, we usually play a little game, are you interested?"

John looked at Nico who nodded slightly, giving him the go ahead. "I'd love to," he said, his voice filled with curiosity.

Diane leaned in, her eyes twinkling. "Pick any person in this restaurant that caught your eye for what ever reason" she explained.

John scanned the room, his eyes finally settling on a young woman sitting alone at the bar. She was dressed in a simple yet elegant dress, her eyes lost in thought as she twirled the stem of her wine glass. "Her," he said, pointing subtly in her direction.

Nico's friends looked over, their gazes following John's. They shared a knowing smile before turning back to the two of them. "Alright, now we play 'Little Detective'. We'll watch her during our whole dinner, if she leaves before we are done the game ends. If she stays we continue, after we are done eating and she will be here we say things we observed, what is her job, is she single, why is she here, is she waiting on someone, is she someone famous and so on. Then one of us will stand up and asks her few questions, we have badges so we will use them. The person who will get the most correct answers wins and we pay their dinner," Danny explained, his eyes gleaming with excitement. " Are you interested?"

John looked at Nico, who nodded with an encouraging smile. "Let's play," John said, his eyes returning to the woman at the bar. Throughout dinner, they discreetly observed her, noting her gestures, the way she sipped her wine, and the occasional glance she cast around the room. John's curiosity grew as he tried to piece together the puzzle of her life.

" So" Danny turned to John " How does one become Dominant, how do you found out you are good at that?"

John took a sip of his water, his eyes never leaving the woman at the bar. "It's something I discovered over time," he said, his voice thoughtful. "I've always enjoyed being in control, and I found that the BDSM community provided a safe and consensual outlet for that desire."

Diane leaned in, her eyes curious. "And how do you know you are ready, do you have older Dominants who watch over you for few years?" she asked, her voice low and filled with professional interest.

John chuckled, his gaze never leaving the woman. "It's not quite like that," he said, his voice warm with humor. "I've had mentors and experienced partners who've guided me, taught me about respect and consent. It's about understanding the psychological aspect of it all, knowing how to read people, and giving them what they need."

" And that Dominat voice" Connor asked curious " Do you practise your dailoges with that voice or does it come naturaly?"

John glanced at Nico, who was watching him with an amused smile. "It's a bit of both," John admitted. "But mostly it's about connecting with the submissive, finding their limits and pushing them just enough to create that intense experience."

" Do you remember your first scene?" Dany asked " can you describe it!"

John's eyes never left the woman as he spoke, his voice a low purr. "It was with a woman named Mistress Clara," he said, his tone wistful. "She taught me the importance of patience and the beauty of power exchange."

" Oh, so you were her sub?" Diane asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

John nodded, his eyes still on the woman. "Once," he said, his voice filled with respect. "But it was more about learning than submission."

"Guys stop" Nico chuckled, it feels like interrogation.

The dinner progressed with a mix of professional shop talk and light-hearted banter, the collar around Nico's neck a silent testament to the unique aspect of their relationship. The woman at the bar remained a constant presence in their peripheral vision, a tantalizing mystery that they all felt invested in.

" John, please feel free to asks us what ever you want!" Dany said, " Also Nico I am on number 7"

John turned his gaze from the woman at the bar to his lover, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Number seven, huh?" he murmured, leaning in closer to whisper in Nico's ear. "What's that for?"

"Oh, that" Diane jumped in " Nico and Dany play this stupid game where they count how many times they got raped, in their line of work"

John's gaze snapped to Danny, his eyes wide with shock and horror. "Raped?!" he exclaimed, his grip on Nico's collar tightening involuntarily.

Nico's hand covered John's, his voice calm and reassuring. "It comes with the job, everyone who went under cover in the sex trafficked industury got raped at least once" he murmured, his eyes filled with understanding.

John's heart sank, his eyes never leaving Danny's. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "That's... that's terrible."

Danny nodded, his smile sad but not self-pitying. "It's part of the job," he said, his voice matter-of-fact. "But we do it to save lives, to bring those bastards to justice."

John's grip on Nico's collar tightened even more, his heart aching for the pain that his lover and his friends had suffered. He knew that Nico was strong, but hearing it so casually mentioned brought home the reality of their dangerous careers.

" But don't worry Nico is only on number 4, he doesn't do undercover as much as I do" Dany said, trying to ease the tension.

John took a deep breath, his eyes lingering on the collar around Nico's neck. "I had no idea," he murmured, his voice filled with a newfound respect for the detective.

"It's not something we talk about," Nico said, his voice low and filled with a hint of pain. "But it's part of who we are, part of what we do. When me and Dany went undercover first time together we got raped two times in one night, right next to each other, it is kinda funny"

John's eyes widened, his heart racing at the thought of Nico going through such a horrific experience. He leaned in, his voice a gentle murmur. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," he said, his thumb tracing the collar's edge.

" Ah, it's fine, I don't mind" Nico said, " Besides I past out after the first 30 minutes, Dany was concious for the full 7 hours"

John's eyes widened in shock, his hand automatically reaching for Nico's, squeezing it tightly. "Jesus," he murmured, his voice filled with pain and anger. "That's... that's just not right."

" Right?!" Dany jokingly exlaimed, " I had to carry him out after, and you call yourself a friend"

" Oh please," Nico chuckled, " you carried me out to the main sex trafficked ring in that area and then we went through it again" Nico said, his voice filled with a mix of dark humor and pain.

John couldn't believe what he was hearing. He knew Nico's job was dangerous, but he had never truly grasped the extent of it. His eyes searched Nico's, looking for any sign of discomfort, but all he saw was strength and resilience. "You're both incredible," he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

Danny shrugged, his smile a bit forced. "It's just what we do," he said, his voice light despite the gravity of his words. "But enough about that. Let's talk about something lighter."

John nodded, his mind still reeling from what he had just heard. He knew Nico and his friends were brave, but he had never truly comprehended the extent of their sacrifices. The collar around Nico's neck seemed to pulse with meaning, a symbol of the trust and love that had been forged in the face of such horrors.

"Oh John, you and Nico sleep in the same bed right?" Diane asked, her tone lightening the mood. "How do you manage to not get distracted by those bells every time he moves?"

John's eyes crinkled in a smile, his thumb still rubbing the collar. "It's... surprisingly comforting," he admitted. "It's like having a constant reminder of his presence, even when he is sleeping."

Danny snickered, his eyes flashing with mischief. "It's like having a little bell that says 'fuck me' every time he moves," he joked, his words cutting through the tension like a knife.

John couldn't help but laugh, the sound a little forced, but genuine nonetheless. "I'll admit, it does make for an interesting soundtrack to our nights," he said, his eyes flicking to Nico, who rolled his eyes good-naturedly.

"Anyway I finaly have someone who can comfirm it," Diane said with a smirk, turning to John, "Nico is gaslighting me that this never happend, but when we were in college we used to sleep in the same bed as friends, and he would kick the shit out of me in his sleep, to this day he claimes it never happend but I got kicked in the hips for four years!" Diane said with a laugh. " He does that right?"

John's eyes lit up with amusement, his gaze flicking to Nico, who was blushing furiously. "Well, I wouldn't say 'kick the shit out of you,' but he does move around a bit in his sleep," John said, his voice filled with affection.

"A bit?" Danny scoffed, his laughter bellowing out. "More like a tornado, remember that one time he knocked over the lamp?"

Everyone at the table roared with laughter, even Nico couldn't hold back a chuckle. "Okay, okay, I might have had a bit of a restless leg situation back then," he admitted, his cheeks reddening. " But it's not like it's still a problem," he added defensively.

John leaned in, his voice a low murmur against Nico's ear. "I'll let you know if it ever becomes one," he teased, his hand sliding down to give Nico's thigh a gentle squeeze.

"Oh, new episode of Walking Dead came out, did anyone see it?" Connor changed the subject, eager to move away from the topic of Nico's sleep habits.

"Get ready" Dany whispered to John, " for the next thirty minutes this is going to be the main topic" Dany said to John with rolling his eyes.

John chuckled, his hand sliding from Nico's thigh to his hand under the table, giving it a comforting squeeze. He was still processing the revelations of their undercover work, but he didn't want to let it ruin the evening. "I've seen it," John said, leaning back in his chair. "It's intense. How about you guys?"

"Oh god don't encurage him" Danny said to John with a playful eye roll, "He will start analizing every scene and plot twist, I've lost count how many times we had to pause because he had to make notes" Danny said with a chuckle.

John couldn't help but smile, his eyes never leaving Nico's, who was now fully engaged in the conversation about the show. It was clear that despite their intense jobs, they had moments of normalcy, of friendship and camaraderie that brought them joy.

John was surprised by Connors rant about the show, but it was a welcome change of topic. He listened intently, adding his own opinions and insights into the conversation. His hand remained clasped under the table, his thumb stroking Nico's hand in a silent promise of support. Despite the horrors they discussed earlier, John felt a sense of belonging with these people who cared so deeply about each other.

"Finaly" Diane sighed relieved when Connor stoped talking about the show, "I swear you should work for a TV critics!"

"Maybe I will," Connor said with a chuckle, taking a sip of his wine.

"Also, guys do you want a free T-shirts?" Diane asked, pulling out a bag filled with shirts from her purse. "I have like bilion of them, they all have a pornhub logo tho"

John's eyes widened in surprise, but Nico just laughed. "Thanks, but no thanks," he said, holding up his hand. "I think we're good."

"Why do you have so many?" John couldn't help but ask, his curiosity piqued as Diane handed out the shirts.

"I don't want to but, surprisingly there is an enormous ammount of child porn on pornhub, I have to go through all of those videos" Diane said, her tone grim. "So I guess pornhub got confused and they keep sending me their merch I have like million hours of watch on that site." She shrugged, passing John and Nico the shirts.

John took one, his heart heavy at the thought of Diane's work. "It's important work," he said, his voice sincere. "I can't imagine what it's like to see that kind of stuff every day."

Diane nodded, her expression solemn. "It's not easy, but someone has to do it," she said, her voice a mix of resignation and determination.

The conversation shifted again, and John found himself drawn into the camaraderie of Nico's colleagues, their banter a stark contrast to the gravity of their work. As the night progressed, the collar around Nico's neck grew heavier with meaning, a symbol of their love and the trust they had built amidst such darkness.

"John, I want your professional opinion" Dany said, his eyes gleaming with mischief "Do you think I would be better sub or Dom? "

John took a sip of his wine, his eyes never leaving Danny's. "Well," he said, his voice thoughtful, "I think it's all about what makes you feel most fulfilled and in control. Do you crave the power to give or the power to receive?"

Danny chuckled, his eyes flicking to the collar around Nico's neck. "I think I'd be a better sub," he said, his voice filled with a hint of challenge. "Someone's got to keep you Doms in line."

John raised an eyebrow, his gaze amused. "I could see that," he murmured, his hand tightening around Nico's. "But you'd have to find the right Dom."

Danny's eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. "Maybe I will," he said, his voice a low purr.

The group continued to chat and laugh, the tension of earlier forgotten in the warm embrace of friendship and good food. John felt a sense of pride and admiration for Nico, who could navigate this world so effortlessly. The collar on his neck was a constant reminder of the strength and trust that underpinned their relationship.

"Does colour of the collars has a meaning?" Connor asked " Like, if you wear a certain colour it means different thing?" He looked at John with curious eyes.

John glanced at the blue collar around Nico's neck, feeling the weight of its significance. "It can," he said, his voice thoughtful. "But for us, it's more about what we feel at the moment. Blue was just what felt right tonight."

Danny leaned in, his curiosity piqued. "What other colors means?" he asked, his eyes darting between John and Nico.

John's thumb stroked the leather of the collar, his voice a low murmur. "Each color can have its own symbolism," he said, his eyes meeting Nico's. "Red can mean submission, black can signify dominance, but it's all about personal preference and what we want to convey."

Nico's cheeks colored slightly at the intimate gesture, his voice soft.

"Is it okay that Nico is vanila and you are not?" Diane asked, her voice gentle as she watched John's thumb trace the edge of the collar.

John nodded, his gaze still locked with Nico's. "It's about finding balance," he said, his voice calm and sure. "Nico has his boundaries, and I respect them. Our dynamic is about trust and communication."

"But you're okay with him being vanilla?" Connor pressed, his eyebrows furrowed.

John smiled, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "Vanilla isn't a bad thing," he said, his voice steady. "It's about what makes us both happy, what makes us feel connected. And honestly, the vanilla moments can be just as intense, if not more so, because of the trust and respect we have."

The conversation continued to flow as they Ltouched on various topics, the air in the restaurant buzzing with the sound of laughter and shared stories. Nico felt a warmth spread through him as he watched John interact with his colleagues, the collar a silent declaration of their unique bond.

"Okay, time for dessert" Connor announced, eyeing the menu with a greedy expression. "That means the game ends and the woman is still here"

John nodded, his gaze flicking to the woman at the bar, who was now engaged in a conversation with the bartender. "Yeah, she's still a mystery," he said, his voice filled with the thrill of the challenge.

"Diane start" Dany said with a mischievous smile, pushing the dessert menu towards her.

Diane sighed dramatically, picking up the menu and scanning it. "Fine, I'll go first," she said, her eyes twinkling. "I've got her figured out. She is wearing stilletos, but she doesn't know how to walk in them so she isn't used to wearing them often. She is waiting on someone because she is playing with car keys, but she had drank so much wine that she definetly isn't driving, and she had written something down everytime she took a sip of wine, and she drank around ten bottles not fully just tasting. She is wine critic" Diane said with a smirk.

The group laughed, and John leaned in, his eyes glinting with excitement. "I'll go next," he said, his gaze flicking back to the woman. "Her nails are freshly manicured, and she's wearing an expensive watch. She's probably waiting for a business partner or a date, but she's nervous because she keeps checking the time."

Nico listened, his heart swelling with love for John as he took part in the game, his voice filled with confidence and authority. He felt the collar around his neck tighten slightly as John's hand moved to the back of his chair, his thumb tracing the leather in a silent show of dominance.

"What is her job?" Dany asked, his voice low and eager, his eyes never leaving the woman at the bar.

John thought for a moment, his eyes scanning the details of her attire. "I'd say she's a lawyer," he said, his voice sure. "Her dress is tailored, and she has that air of confidence that comes with knowing she can argue anyone into a corner."

Nico leaned in, his voice a playful whisper. "And what about her personal life?"

John's eyes narrowed, taking in the subtle cues. "Recently single, maybe," he said, his voice a low murmur. "Her posture is relaxed, but there's a hint of sadness in the way she plays with the stem of her wine glass."

Danny nodded, his gaze flicking to Nico. "Your turn," he said, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Nico took a deep breath, his mind racing as he studied the woman at the bar. She was beautiful, with long, curly hair that cascaded down her back and a smile that lit up the room. Her eyes darted around the restaurant, as if searching for something. "I think she's waiting for a woman, she has a saphic tatto on her neck, also she tried to kill herself because of her colon tattoo, she also has a diabetes, that is the white thing stuck to her arm, she has lot of money the wine she purchased is expensive as well as her jewerly, and in her bag is book about grading and sociology text book, so I say a teacher or soon to be one, but she is rich already" Nico said, his voice filled with a mix of humor and seriousness.

The group looked at him, their expressions a mix of surprise and admiration. Danny leaned back in his chair, his eyes wide. "How the fuck did you know all that?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with amazement.

Nico chuckled, feeling a sense of pride in his ability to read people so well. "It's part of the job," he said with a shrug. "You learn to pick up on the little things."

Danny nodded, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I guess you do," he murmured, looking back at the woman. "Connor now you"

Connor leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Well, she's definitely not from around here," he said, his voice confident. "Her accent gives her away. I'd say she's from the east coast, judging by the way she pronounces her 'R's. She's probably a tourist, and the book is just for show. The way she's dressed is too flashy for a local. Her job, I'd say, is in fashion or modeling because she has that high-maintenance vibe besides the tattoos."

The group nodded, impressed by Connor's observations. Danny glanced at his watch. "Alright, the best one at the end, me"

"I think she's a runaway heiress," Dany announced with a dramatic flourish, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Her clothes are designer, but they're a few seasons old, like she's been living out of a suitcase. And she's been playing with that same lock of hair all night as well as the stem of her glass, probably nervous about being recognized. She's waiting for a friend who knows her true identity to whisk her away from her overbearing family. The way she keeps looking around, it's like she's expecting someone to walk in and blow her cover, she's desperate for a sense of normalcy."

The group burst into laughter, the tension of their earlier conversation dissipating. Nico felt the collar around his neck tighten slightly as John leaned in closer, his breath hot against his ear. "You're good at this," he murmured, his voice filled with pride.

"Thanks," Nico whispered back, his heart racing from the combination of the intimate moment and the excitement of the game.

"Alright, time to check" Connor announced, rising from his chair and making his way to the bar. The group watched with bated breath as he approached the woman, who was indeed engaged in a heated conversation with the bartender.

John's hand squeezed Nico's thigh under the table, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Showtime," he murmured, his voice low and filled with anticipation.

Connor returned a few minutes later, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Well?" Danny prompted, his eyes alight with curiosity.

"She's a model," Connor revealed, dropping the bombshell. "Here on a break from New York, waiting for her photographer to show up. But she has a girlfriend."

The table erupted in laughter and groans, the game's tension broken by the unexpected twist. Danny leaned back, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Damn, Connor won, and he had the most expensive dish" he said, shaking his head.

John chuckled, his hand sliding up to cup Nico's cheek. "Looks like you're not the only one who can read people," he murmured, his thumb brushing against Nico's skin.

Nico leaned into the touch, his eyes locked on John's. "It's a useful skill," he said, his voice a low murmur.

"That is right I won, now give me money people" Connor laughed, his hand outstretched.

Danny rolled his eyes, but pulled out his wallet with a good-natured sigh. "Fine, but only because I'm feeling generous," he said, tossing a wad of cash at Connor.

"You're too kind," Connor said, catching the money with a grin. "Nico, John, Diane, come on...you lost"

John chuckled, reaching into his pocket and handing over his share. Nico and Diane did the same, Nico's cheeks flushed from the teasing. The conversation turned back to the desserts, with everyone eagerly choosing their preferred indulgence. As they waited for their orders, the conversation grew quieter, the occasional burst of laughter punctuating the low hum of the restaurant.

John's gaze kept drifting back to the collar around Nico's neck, the blue leather stark against his skin. The way Nico had moved through the evening, sharing his past and navigating the game with such grace, had left John in awe. He knew that underneath the jovial exterior, Nico was still carrying the weight of his traumas, but the way he handled himself was nothing short of inspiring.

The desserts arrived, and the group fell into a decadent silence as they took their first bites. Nico's eyes never left John's, the warmth in his gaze making John's heart race.

"So, John," Connor said, licking chocolate sauce off his spoon, "What do you think about our little detective game?"

John grinned, his hand still resting on Nico's thigh. "It's a nice change of pace," he admitted. "And it's clear you all have a knack for it."

Danny nodded, his eyes glinting with mischief. "We've had to get good at reading people, with the kind of work we do," he said, his voice low. "But I hope you had fun."

John leaned in, his voice a warm rumble. "More than you know," he said, his eyes flicking to the collar around Nico's neck. "It's always interesting to see how people interact outside of the office."

The conversation drifted to lighter topics as they enjoyed their desserts, the clinking of silverware against plates and the occasional burst of laughter filling the air. Nico felt a sense of relief wash over him as the evening took on a more relaxed tone. He had been worried about how John would be perceived by his colleagues, but the way he had handled the conversation about his BDSM lifestyle and his past had been nothing short of masterful.

Diane's phone buzzed, and she frowned as she read the message. "Looks like we've got a new case," she said, setting her fork down. "I need to get going."

Nico's stomach dropped at the mention of work, but John's hand tightened on his thigh, offering silent reassurance. "Is it urgent?" John asked, his voice calm.

Diane nodded, her expression grim. "Yeah, it's a live stream of a child being raped," she said, pushing back her chair.

John's hand tightened around Nico's, his own heart racing with the gravity of the situation. "Do you need a ride?" he offered, his voice firm and supportive.

Diane nodded, her eyes hard. "Yes, please," she said, standing up. "I need to get to that adress as soon as possible."

John stood, his own dessert barely touched. "Let's go," he said, his voice filled with determination.

Nico felt a sense of pride swell in his chest as he watched John take charge, his eyes filled with a fierce protectiveness that was both comforting and arousing.

Diane turned to Nico, " Here, read this as quckly as you can," she said giving him the phone" Connor, Danny, call for back ups" she added, her voice sharp and commanding.

Nico took the phone, his heart racing as he read the message. His eyes widened with horror as the words sank in. He had seen cases like this before, but each one hit him like a punch to the gut. "Okay we should already be in the car, move people move!" he said, his voice firm.

John didn't need any more prompting. He grabbed the keys from the table and led the way out of the restaurant, his hand tight on Nico's arm. The cool night air hit them as they rushed to the car, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on their shoulders. The drive was tense.

Diane was giving John orders were to turn and the speed they needed to get to the address as she was on the phone with the precinct. The car sped through the city streets, the sirens in the distance growing louder with every passing moment. Nico sat in the back, his heart racing as he read through the details of the case on Diane's phone. The words on the screen painted a grim picture, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread coil in his stomach.

" Nico, you take the front I take the back" Diane said, as John pulled the car to a screeching halt in front of a run-down apartment building.

" John, for the love of God don't move the car and stay inside" Nico ordered John sternly, his heart racing as he and Diane jumped out of the car.

John nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. He watched as Nico and Diane, both in their professional personas, sprinted towards the building, guns drawn.

John remained in the car, his hand resting on the door handle, ready to jump into action if needed. He knew his place was here, but the urge to protect Nico was overwhelming. The sirens grew closer, and John took a deep breath, willing himself to stay put.

More police cars screeched to a halt around them, officers piling out and rushing towards the building.

Police officers swarmed the area, their shouts echoing through the night as they secured the perimeter. John's eyes were glued to the door of the apartment building, his heart in his throat as he waited for any sign of Nico or Diane. The seconds stretched into minutes, each one feeling like an eternity. His hand clenched the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.

Finally, the door burst open, and Nico emerged, his eyes hard and his face set in a grim line. Diane followed close behind, her expression equally as severe. The sight of Nico, safe and unharmed, washed over John in a wave of relief so intense it left him momentarily speechless.

Nico was carrying the child, wrapped in white sheets, his face pale and his eyes filled with a mix of anger and sorrow. Diane's hand was on his shoulder, guiding him towards the car. John's chest tightened as he jumped out and rushed to open the back door, his eyes never leaving the small, trembling form in Nico's arms.

"Is he...?" John's voice trailed off, unable to form the question.

Nico's eyes met John's, filled with a mix of anger and relief. "Hospital," he ordered, his voice strained.

John nodded, his gaze flicking to the child, his heart breaking at the sight of the small, traumatized form. He knew Nico was hurting too, but he also knew that right now, he had to be strong for both of them. He took the wheel, his knuckles white with the effort it took to control his own emotions.

" Nico began" Diane's voice cut through the tension like a knife, her eyes focused on the address she had just received.

" He is 6-7, white, 20 kg, 118 cm, brusies mostly around neck and wrists and anckles, black eye, right one, torn lip, missing front teeth, left arm has a needle injuries most likely from heroin or something preventing him to move and keeping him weak, on right wrist is carved number 4690, and he has profound rectal bleeding" Nico spoke in a calm, professional tone that belied the turmoil raging inside him.

John's jaw clenched, his grip on the steering wheel tightening as he processed the information. He knew they had to get to the hospital as quickly as possible. The child's injuries painted a horrific picture, and he couldn't imagine the fear and pain he must be feeling.

The drive was a blur of lights and sirens, John's mind racing with the implications of what they had just witnessed. He could feel the tension in Nico's body as he held the child, his eyes never leaving the small face buried in the crook of his neck. John's heart ached for the innocence that had been stolen, and for the bravery it took for Nico to face this kind of evil every day.

The little boy was crying loudly and John's heart went out to him as they sped through the city streets, the sirens from their car and the flashing lights painting a chaotic scene around them. Nico's voice was calm and soothing as he whispered reassurances into the child's ear, his eyes never leaving the road ahead.

" Look here little one" Nico brought his collar with bells to the child, making them jingle gently. "You like it?."

The child's crying slowly subsided as he stared at the shiny silver bells, his eyes widening in curiosity. Nico knew the power of distraction in moments like these, and he was grateful when the child reached out a tentative hand to touch it.

"That's right," Nico murmured, his voice gentle. "Just focus on the pretty sounds, okay?"

The child's trembling hand touched one of the bells, the jingling sound seemed to soothe him slightly. John's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, watching the scene unfold. Despite the horror of the situation, he felt a surge of pride for Nico's ability to find a way to comfort the traumatized child.

"Good boy," Nico whispered, his eyes never leaving the child's. "You're safe now, I promise."

The boy was shaking the bells, a tiny spark of curiosity lighting up his tear-stained face. Diane nodded at Nico from the passenger seat, her own expression a mix of admiration and concern. "Good job, Nico," she murmured.

As they pulled into the hospital's emergency bay, John's stomach twisted into knots. He had never felt so helpless, so desperate to do something to ease the pain of another human being. The doors of the car flew open, and Nico was out, the child still cradled in his arms, before John had even turned off the engine.

Diane was already talking into her radio, her voice sharp and commanding as she called for a medical team to meet them outside. The night air was filled with the sounds of urgency, the hospital's staff rushing out with a gurney, their eyes wide with the seriousness of the situation.

Nico gently laid the child onto the gurney, his eyes never leaving the little boy's face. He whispered a final promise of safety before stepping back, allowing the medical team to take over. The child looked up at him, his eyes filled with a silent plea for protection that Nico felt deep in his soul.

John watched from the car, his heart heavy with emotion. He had never seen Nico like this before—so focused, so fiercely protective. It was a side of him that was both terrifying and incredibly alluring. The way he had handled the situations at the clubs had been masterful, but this...this was something else entirely.

The medical team whisked the child away, and Nico stood there for a moment, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. Diane put a hand on his shoulder, John watched them talk from the car, their expressions a mix of relief and anger.

John climbed out of the car, approaching them slowly. "You okay?" he asked Nico, his voice low and gentle.

Nico nodded, his eyes still on the disappearing gurney. "I'm fine," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. " But I am sorry, I have to stay here this is touching potentional sex trafficking situation and I have to talk to people from that department , since my speciality is only in BDSM " Nico's eyes met John's, his own filled with a mix of regret and resolve.

John's chest tightened, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I'll wait," he said, his voice firm. "I'm not leaving you."

Nico looked at him, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely audible. " But this could take a whole night maybe till tomorows sun rise" Nico's voice was filled with fatigue but his eyes were determined.

John nodded, his own eyes filled with understanding. "I know," he said, his voice gentle. "But I'm not going anywhere."

They walked into the hospital, the antiseptic smell of the place a stark contrast to the adrenaline still coursing through their veins. Nico was whisked away to speak with the detectives handling the case, leaving John to pace the cold, sterile waiting room. His mind was racing, images of the night's events playing on a loop, the sounds of the child's cries echoing in his ears.

John couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness that had settled in his gut. He knew Nico was strong, capable of handling whatever the job threw at him, but seeing him in that kind of environment, so raw and vulnerable, had shaken him to his core. He had never felt so out of place, so utterly unable to do anything to ease the pain of someone he cared about.

"Hey" Diane approached handing him a coffee," you good?"

John took the coffee, his eyes never leaving the door that Nico had disappeared through. "Yeah," he said, his voice tight. "Just... worried."

Diane nodded, her own expression filled with empathy. "I know," she said, her voice gentle. "But Nico's the best at what he does. We are going to make sure that little boy gets the help he needs."

John took a sip of the coffee, the warmth doing little to ease the chill that had settled in his bones. "I know," he said, his voice tight. "But it's hard to sit here and do nothing. Will the little boy be okay?"

Diane's expression was grim. "We try to do everything that we can so he will be," she said. "But... you know with these cases. Realisticly speaking... he will die."

John's grip on the coffee cup tightened, his knuckles turning white. He had known the odds weren't good, but hearing it out loud was like a punch to the gut.

"John," Diane's voice was soft, her hand on his shoulder. "You can't blame yourself for this. You're not a doctor, and you're not a cop. You're just a man who cares."

John nodded, but the words didn't offer much comfort. He took a deep breath, trying to push down the anger and fear that threatened to consume him. He knew she was right, but that didn't make the feeling of powerlessness any less intense.

"Well, if you want," Diane said," you can talk to that boy, he is kinda occupied with Nico's collar but I will be there"

John looked at her surprised but nodded. He needed to do something, anything to help. He followed her down the hallway, the clack of their shoes on the tile floor echoing through the corridors.

"But maybe, get rid of those chains, you will scare him, he will think you are going to rape a him" Diane suggested as they approached the hospital room.

John nodded, understanding that the BDSM accessories weren't appropriate for the situation. He slipped off his collar and handed it to Diane. "Keep this safe," he said, his voice low.

Diana took the collar and nodded. "I'll take care of it," she assured him.

John took a deep breath and followed her into the hospital room. The sight of the small, bruised boy lying on the hospital bed brought a lump to his throat. The child's eyes were wide with fear, his grip tight on the silver bells that were attached to Nico's collar.

Nico was speaking softly to the boy, his eyes filled with a tenderness John had never seen before. The child looked up at John, his gaze wary, but the bells' jingling seemed to offer some comfort. John approached the bedside slowly, his movements deliberate to not startle the traumatized child.

"Hey," John said, his voice gentle. "I'm John. I'm here with Nico."

The boy's eyes flickered to him, but he didn't let go of the bells. John took a seat beside the bed, his eyes never leaving the child's face. He could see the fear, the confusion, and the pain etched into every line of his small body.

"You like the bells?" John asked, his voice low and soothing. The child nodded slightly, his eyes never leaving the shiny metal.

John leaned in closer, his heart breaking at the sight of the boy's injuries. "Nico is going to make sure you're safe," he said, his voice gentle. "He's a good man, and he won't let anyone hurt you again."

The child's eyes remained on the bells, but his grip on them loosened slightly. John took it as a sign that he was okay with his presence and decided to stay, offering what little comfort he could.

"What's your name?" John asked, keeping his voice low and calm.

The boy looked at him, his eyes wide with fear and hesitation.

" He doesn't have one" Nico murmured to John," he was born just be trafficked, the number is his name" Nico's voice was filled with a mix of anger and sadness.

John felt his heart break even more at the thought of a child not even knowing his own name, only a number that marked his existence as a commodity. He reached out a hand, gently taking one of the bells from the collar. "Let's call him something," John said softly. "How about... Timmy?"

Nico nodded, his eyes on the child, watching for any reaction. The boy looked up at them, his eyes still filled with fear but a glimmer of curiosity in them. He didn't object to the name, which was something. "Timmy," Nico repeated, "do you like that name?"

Timmy looked from John to Nico, his gaze flickering between them. Finally, he nodded slightly, the tension in the room easing just a fraction. John felt a sense of relief wash over him. It was a small victory, but it was something.

"Good," John said, smiling gently. "I like Timmy." He jingled the bell in his hand, the sound echoing softly in the sterile room. "It's a strong name, for a strong boy."

Timmy's gaze remained on the bell, his breathing still uneven but his grip on the collar relaxed slightly. Nico's hand found John's, his thumb brushing against the back of John's knuckles in a silent gesture of thanks.

John continued to talk to Timmy, telling him stories of his own childhood, keeping his voice calm and steady. He talked about the animals he'd had, the games he'd played, and the warm, comforting meals his mother had made for him. Anything to keep the boy's mind off the horrors he'd endured.

Timmy chuckled faintly at the story of John's mischievous cat that had a penchant for knocking over vases, the sound of his laughter a stark contrast to the silence that had filled the room moments ago. John felt a warmth spread through his chest, his heart swelling with hope that maybe, just maybe, they were getting through to him. Nico's hand remained in his, the detective's eyes never leaving the child's face, his expression a mix of sadness and determination.

"You know," John said, his voice a gentle rumble, "I think Timmy here could use a pet, don't you?"

Timmy's eyes darted up to John, a spark of interest flickering in the depths of his traumatized gaze. Nico nodded, his own eyes shining with unshed tears. "A pet," John repeated, his voice soft. "What kind of pet would you like, Timmy?" John asked.

Timmy's bottom lip quivered, and for a moment, John thought he might start crying again. But then, the child smiled.

" John" Diane jumped in gently, " he doesn't know how to talk, he was only taught to... well" Diane couldn't even say it out loud.

John's eyes widened with horror and his stomach churned. He looked at Timmy, his heart breaking for the little boy who had been robbed of a childhood. "Okay," John whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Nico squeezed John's hand, a silent communication of shared pain and anger. "Let's just keep talking to him," Nico suggested, his voice low and soothing.

John nodded, clearing his throat. "Okay, Timmy," he began, his voice gentle. "How about we play a game ?"

Timmy's eyes lit up slightly at the mention of a game, and he nodded his head.

John leaned in closer, his eyes searching the boy's face for any sign of discomfort. "Okay," he said, his voice soft. "How about we play a game of nods?"

Timmy's eyes widened slightly, and he nodded his head in understanding. John's heart swelled with hope as he began to ask simple questions, watching as Timmy nodded or shook his head in response. It was a small step, but it was something, a way to connect with the silent child who had endured so much.

"Would you like to eat something Timmy?" John asked, his voice gentle.

Timmy nodded, his eyes still fixed on the bells.

"What's your favorite food?" John asked, his voice still low and soothing.

Timmy's eyes searched John's face, as if trying to understand the question. Nico leaned in closer, speaking softly in Timmy's ear. "John wants to know what you like to eat, little one. What makes your tummy happy?"

Timmy's expression remained unchanged for a moment before he pointed to John's crotch.

John's eyes widened in shock, and Nico's hand tightened around his. "John," Nico whispered urgently, "that's what they trained him to do."

John's face fell, the reality of the situation crashing down on him like a ton of bricks. "Oh, God," he murmured, his voice choking with emotion. "I'm sorry, Timmy," he said, his voice thick with regret. "I didn't mean to..."

Nico squeezed John's hand, his eyes filled with understanding. "It's okay," he murmured. "But you need to stay calm, no suden moves or anger"

John nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to compose himself. He knew Nico was right, but the thought of someone treating Timmy like that made his blood boil. He focused on the child's eyes, willing him to understand that he was safe now.

"Timmy," Nico spoke gently, "John's not mad at you."

John nodded, his voice steady once more. "That's right," he said, his eyes never leaving Timmy's. "We're not mad at you, buddy. We're just trying to get to know you, okay?"

Timmy's eyes searched John's face, looking for any signs of anger or deception.

"He's a clever boy," Nico said softly. "They taught him to do that, John. It's not his fault."

John nodded, swallowing hard. "I know," he murmured. "But it's just... it's hard to see him like this."

Nico's grip on John's hand tightened. "I know," he said, his voice a soothing whisper. "But we're going to keep him company, he doesn't have much time left anyway."

John's eyes filled with tears, the weight of the child's fate heavy on his heart. He nodded, his voice thick with emotion. "Okay," he murmured " What do you mean ' doesn't have much time."

" He is going to die, in few hours" Diane replied, voice professional, " his body cannot handle that much rape and drugs "

John felt the weight of the world crash down on him. He leaned over and placed his forehead against Timmy's hand, the bells chiming gently. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice thick with unshed tears. "We're going to do everything we can to make sure you're not scared."

Timmy's eyes searched John's, and for a brief moment, John thought he saw a flicker of understanding. He took another deep breath, pushing aside his anger and fear. "Do you like ice cream?" he asked, his voice still gentle.

Timmy's eyes looked confused, a small smile ghosting over his bruised lips.

" I don't think he knows what it is" Nico reminded him gently, the sadness in his voice palpable.

John took a deep breath, blinking back tears. He had to keep it together for Timmy. "Would you like to try some?" he asked, his voice steady.

" I don't think it is good idea" Diane spoke up, her voice filled with concern "He is in so much pain and I don't know if he can keep it down, besides the act of licking it self would be trigerring"

John's heart sank, feeling the weight of Diana's words. He didn't want to cause Timmy any more pain. He nodded, understanding the complexity of the situation. "What can we do to make him feel better?"

Diana's eyes searched John's, the compassion in them unmistakable. "The best thing we can do for him now is to offer comfort, to be here with him, and to let him know he's not alone. Also he liked the bells"

John nodded, gently taking the bell once more. The bell chimed softly, and Timmy's eyes lit up at the familiar sound.

"Do you like the bells, Timmy?" John asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Timmy nodded slightly, his eyes never leaving the silver chime in John's hand.

"Then let's keep playing with the bells," John said, his voice a gentle rumble. He began to move the bell back and forth, watching as Timmy's gaze followed the movement with a mix of curiosity and comfort. The simple act of playing with the bells seemed to ease some of the tension in the room, the chiming sound a sweet melody in the otherwise stark silence.

John watched Timmy chuckle at the sound of the bell, the sight of the child's fleeting happiness breaking his heart. He knew they were on borrowed time, but he was determined to make the most of it. He continued to play with the bell, the chiming sound becoming a rhythm that seemed to soothe Timmy's frail body.

Timmy climbed to John's lap, the bells chiming as he did so, and John held him tightly, his eyes never leaving the child's bruised and swollen face. He didn't know what to say, but he knew he needed to be there, to offer whatever comfort he could.

John froze as he felt Timmy's hand on his crotch, the stark reality of the child's condition hitting him like a punch to the gut. His heart ached for the innocence lost, but he knew he couldn't let his own emotions overwhelm him. Nico's voice was a gentle reminder in his ear, "John, stay calm."

Forcing a smile, John gently removed Timmy's hand and placed it back on the collar's bell. "We're here to keep you safe," he whispered, his eyes never leaving the boy's.

Timmy looked at him confused tears welling up in his eyes, his tiny body trembling with fear. John's heart broke into a million pieces as he realized the depth of the trauma this little boy had suffered. He held him tighter, rocking him gently as he whispered words of comfort. "It's okay, Timmy," he murmured, "You're safe now."

Timmy was still confused, he started kissing John's chest, trying to mimic what he had been taught would make people happy, what would make the pain stop.

John's heart was torn apart, but he kept his calm, stroking Timmy's hair gently, "It's okay Timmy, you don't have to do that," he whispered, his voice cracking.

Diane stepped in taking Timmy in her arms, " I am sorry guys but at the end of the day you are both men, he thinks you are just waiting for it " Diane's voice was filled with a mix of anger and sadness. " So in the nicest way, get out"

John and Nico shared a pained look, understanding the gravity of the situation. They knew that Diane was right. With heavy hearts, they stood, Nico gently placing the collar around his neck and John buttoning his shirt, hiding the bells that had brought Timmy so much comfort.

"Thank you," Diane said, her voice thick with unshed tears as she held Timmy close. "I'll stay with him."

John and Nico exchanged a knowing look, the pain of the situation palpable between them. They left the room, the door clicking shut behind them, leaving Diane to her solemn vigil.

In the hallway, Nico leaned against the wall, his eyes squeezed shut. The weight of the world seemed to rest on his shoulders. " I am sorry Johny, I wanted you to unwind and meet my friends, not to deal, with my work, are you okay?" he murmured.

John pulled Nico into a tight embrace, the blue collar pressing against his chest. "I'm fine," he assured him, his voice thick with emotion. "It's just...that poor kid." He didn't need to say more; Nico understood the pain he was feeling.

"You should cry it out, it's okay" Nico whispered, his arms tight around John's shoulders as they stood in the cold, sterile hallway of the hospital. John's eyes were glued to the floor, his jaw clenched as he fought back the tears. " After my first case I beat the shit out of a drunk person in the bar looking for fight, so that is also an option, or you can cry"

John looked up at Nico, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "Thanks," he said, his voice tight with emotion. "But I think I'll stick with crying."

They found an empty, quiet room in the hospital, a small office that smelled faintly of old coffee and antiseptic. Nico closed the door behind them, and John let out a shaky breath, his chest heaving as he buried his face in Nico's shoulder.

"It's okay," Nico murmured, his arms tight around John. "Let it out."

John's body shook with silent sobs, his heart breaking for Timmy and all the other children who had suffered like him. He had never felt so powerless, so out of his depth. Nico held him, his hand rubbing soothing circles on John's back, whispering words of comfort that didn't do much to ease the pain but meant the world to him nonetheless.

Finally, John pulled away, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice hoarse.

Nico leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to John's forehead. "Don't be," he said, his voice a soothing rumble. "You're human, and you just witnessed something no one should ever have to."

John took a deep breath, his eyes searching Nico's. "How do you do it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "How do you deal with this kind of stuff every day?"

Nico's eyes searched John's, understanding the pain in his heart. "You don't," he said honestly. "You just learn to keep going, for the ones who can't." He took a step closer, his hand reaching up to cup John's cheek. "It is kinda heartless but it helps me to think of my cases as a rain drops once they fall you move because another drop is falling, I would go mad years ago if I took the cases to heart"

John nodded, his eyes swimming with tears. He knew Nico was right, but it didn't make the pain any easier to bear. "What about you?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion. "Do you ever get over the things you've seen?"

Nico's gaze was solemn as he leaned in closer. "You learn to carry the weight," he said, his thumb brushing John's cheek. "But you never get over it. This world is cold and cruel it always was."

John took a deep breath, nodding his understanding. He knew that Nico had seen more than his fair share of horrors in his line of work, and it was a testament to his strength that he could still find joy in life. He leaned into Nico's hand, his eyes never leaving the detective's. "Thank you," he murmured.

They stood there for a moment longer, the silence in the room almost deafening. John's mind was racing with thoughts of Timmy, the club, and the dark world that existed outside of their bubble. He didn't know how Nico did it, how he could see the worst of humanity and still come home to him with a smile on his face.

Nico's thumb continued to brush John's cheek, the simple touch grounding him. "I think you shouldn't go to the work tomorrow, well rather today, it is 2 am" Nico murmured, his voice a gentle.

John nodded, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "Yeah, I don't think I could handle it right now," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.

Nico nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "Good I will pamper you whole day," he said gently.

John couldn't help but smile, despite the sadness that still lingered. "You don't have to," he murmured, his voice still a bit shaky.

"I know," Nico said, his voice firm. "But I want to. You need to take care of yourself, especially after what you've seen."

John leaned into Nico's touch, feeling the warmth of his hand. "Thank you," he whispered.

Nico's eyes searched John's, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on them. "Let's get out of here," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "You need some rest."

John nodded, his eyes still misty with unshed tears.

Nico went to check on Diane, John behind him, his mind racing with thoughts of Timmy and the horrors he had endured. Diane was sitting in the chair, her eyes red from crying, holding Timmy in her arms.

"Is he okay?" John asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Diana looked up at them, her eyes red from crying. "He is dead already," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "Nico, I need you to write report from tonight, send it to me when you are done, the rest is my job" she ordered Nico.

Nico nodded, his eyes reflecting the pain of the moment. "I will," he murmured, his gaze flicking to John.

John felt the floor drop out from under him. Timmy was gone. The little boy with the silver bells was no longer suffering, but the thought brought him no comfort. He swallowed hard, his eyes stinging with tears. "I'll wait for you outside," he managed to say, his voice barely audible.

Nico gave him a nod, his eyes full of understanding. He knew John needed a moment to compose himself before they left the hospital. As John stepped out into the cool night air, he couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming sadness. The street lights cast a harsh glow on the pavement, a stark contrast to the warm embrace of the hospital's lights.

John broke down crying, he was alone in the cold, harsh reality of the outside world, and the starkness of it all was too much. The sound of sirens in the distance and the occasional car passing by did nothing to ease his pain. He leaned against the wall, his body heaving with sobs.

John was hyperventaling, his chest heaving with painful sobs. The world outside the hospital was unforgivingly cold, and the darkness of the night mirrored the heaviness in his heart. The distant sirens and the occasional hum of a passing car served as a stark reminder of the world that had taken Timmy's innocence and life. He slid down the wall, his knees buckling under the weight of his grief.

John's cries echoed through the empty street, the sound muffled by the hospital's wall. The weight of Timmy's fate seemed to crush him, and he couldn't bear the thought of returning to the club, to a world where pain was a choice and not a horrific reality forced upon innocents.

John felt bile coming up his throat as the reality of Timmy's situation set in. He was so overwhelmed by the pain and anger that he didn't even notice Nico approaching him until he felt the detective's arms wrap around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. Nico didn't say anything, just held him there, letting him cry.

John's sobs grew quieter as he leaned into Nico, feeling the warmth of his body and the strength of his arms. He took deep, shaky breaths, trying to calm down. Nico's grip on him never loosened, his hand rubbing small circles on John's back, offering silent comfort.

John threw up all over Nico's back, Nico didn't flinch. He knew it was coming. He had seen it before, the shock and pain and guilt and anger all mixing together in a toxic stew that had to come out somehow. He held John as he retched, his hand rubbing his back, whispering soothing nothings into his ear.

Finally, John's body went limp in his arms, the sobs turning into hiccups.

Nico helped him to stand up, his own eyes red and puffy from the silent tears he had shed while holding John. "Come on," he murmured, his voice gentle. "Let's go home."

John nodded, his body feeling like it was made of lead. He couldn't imagine facing the club, the leather and chains. He let Nico lead him to the car, his mind a blur of sadness and anger.

John made a mental note to shame himself later for covering Nico in his vomit, but now, all he could do was lean into the warmth of his embrace, feeling the detective's strong arms around him, anchoring him in the storm of his emotions.

As they drove home, the silence between them was thick with unspoken words. Nico's hand remained on John's thigh, a silent promise that he was there, that he understood. The city lights blurred past the car windows, a kaleidoscope of colors that did nothing to alleviate the darkness in John's heart.

John's mind went back to Timmy, it wasn't even his name, ' he doesn't have one' the words echoing in his mind like a sad melody. He was just a case number, a sad story of a child who never had a chance. A child who's innocence was stolen and who's life was snuffed out before it had even begun.

Nico parked the car in front of their apartment, the engine's hum fading into the night. John didn't move, his eyes fixed on the dashboard, his mind racing with thoughts of Timmy and the countless others like him.

"You cannot think about it" Nico said, his voice firm but gentle as he helped John out of the car. "You need to focus on us, on our life together. He is gone there is no point in wondering what could have been or what he already went through"

John nodded, his eyes filled with sadness as they walked up the stairs to their apartment. The cold air of the night did nothing to soothe the heat of his anger and grief. Inside, Nico led him to the shower, peeling off his vomit-stained clothes with no care.

The hot water washed over John's body, the steam creating a barrier between him and the world outside. He leaned against the tiles, his eyes closed, letting the water cascade down his face, mixing with his tears. Nico stood behind him, his hands gentle as he washed John's hair, his touch tender and loving despite the harshness of the world they had just left behind.

John felt Nico's hands move down his body, washing away the grime and the pain. The warm water washed over them, the sound of it hitting the shower floor a comforting white noise that helped to drown out the thoughts in his head. He couldn't escape the images of Timmy, the fear in his eyes, the bruises on his body.

Nico's touch was firm but gentle, as if he was trying to scrub away the memories along with the sweat and grime. John leaned into it, his muscles relaxing slightly under the detective's ministrations.

John realised that Nico was whispering sweet nothings in his ear, trying to distract him from the pain. He leaned into the warmth of Nico's body, letting the love and care wash over him like the water from the showerhead. He felt the detective's hard cock pressing against his back, and for a brief moment, he was torn between his sorrow and the comforting promise of physical release.

But as the water continued to cascade over them, John's thoughts turned to the collar around Nico's neck. The symbol of their bond, of the love and trust they shared, seemed almost too precious, too beautiful for the world outside these walls. He knew that in the harsh light of day, the collar would be misunderstood by many. Yet, in this moment, it was all he needed to remind him that he wasn't alone.

Nico must have felt the shift in John's tension because his touch grew more urgent, his voice a soothing whisper in John's ear. "Let it go," he murmured. "Let me take care of you."

John's eyes fluttered open, his gaze finding Nico's in the steamy haze. He nodded, his chin trembling slightly. Nico's hand moved from his waist to his chest, thumb tracing the collar around his neck, a silent reminder of their bond.

"Let's get dressed, and then we jump in bed" Nico said, his voice filled with concern and care, as he turned off the shower.

John nodded, his body still feeling heavy with the weight of the night's events. Nico helped him out of the shower, wrapping him in a warm towel, and then proceeded to dress him in a soft, clean shirt and pajama pants, his touches gentle and soothing.

Once dressed, John followed Nico to their bedroom, the warmth of the bed calling to him like a siren's song. He slid under the covers, the softness enveloping him like a cocoon of comfort. Nico climbed in beside him, pulling him close, their bodies fitting together perfectly.

John buried his face in Nico's chest, inhaling the familiar scent of him, letting it wash away the stench of the hospital and the horror of the night. Nico's arms tightened around him, his hand carding through John's hair in a soothing rhythm.

"I can't get the images out of my head," John whispered, his voice muffled against Nico's skin. "The fear in his eyes, the pain he must have felt."

Nico's hand stilled in John's hair, his heart aching for the pain his lover was feeling. "I know," he murmured. "But we have to keep fighting for those who can't. For Timmy, for all the others. You have to let it pass like a rain, don't wonder what happend, it happend and now it is gone, we were at the hospital now we not."

John nodded, his eyes still closed, trying to hold onto the comfort Nico offered. He knew Nico was right, but the anger and sadness felt like a physical presence in the room, a specter that refused to be banished. He felt Nico's chest rise and fall with each steady breath, the rhythm a calming metronome in the chaos of his thoughts.

Nico's hand began to move again, stroking John's hair with gentle, even strokes. "You're safe here," he murmured. "With me."

John's eyes squeezed shut tighter, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. "I know," he whispered. "But it's not enough."

Nico kissed the top of John's head, his voice firm. "It has to be," he said. "We can't change what happened to Timmy, but we can make sure no one else goes through that. That's what we're fighting for."

John nodded, his breath hitching. "I know," he murmured. "But it just feels so..."

Nico didn't let him finish the sentence. He knew what John was trying to say. Instead, he leaned down and kissed him deeply, his tongue sliding into John's mouth, seeking to ease the pain. John's arms wrapped around Nico's neck, holding him close as if he could somehow absorb the detective's strength.

Nico pulled away, placing John's head back on his chest, their eyes locking. "We're in this together," he said fiercely. "We'll face whatever comes our way."

John nodded, his eyes shiny with unshed tears. "I know," he said, his voice cracking. "But it's just so much."

Nico's eyes searched John's, understanding the depth of his pain. "We'll get through it," he promised, his voice filled with determination. "Together."

John's sobs began to subside, his breaths evening out as he clung to Nico's words. The warmth of their shared love was a balm to his soul, offering a semblance of peace amidst the chaos. Nico pulled the blankets over them both, his hand continuing to stroke John's hair in a gentle rhythm that spoke of comfort and protection.

"You're right," John whispered, his voice hoarse from crying. "We have to keep fighting."

Nico's hand moved from John's hair to his cheek, his thumb brushing away the stray tears. "We will," he promised. "But now, you need to rest."

John nodded, his eyes drooping with exhaustion. Nico wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer. They lay there, entwined in the warmth of their love, the darkness of the room a stark contrast to the warmth of their bodies.

John's thoughts swirled, a maelstrom of anger and sadness. But as he felt Nico's heart beating against his own, he found a semblance of peace. He knew that together, they could face whatever the world threw at them. He closed his eyes, the steady rhythm of Nico's breathing lulling him into a fitful sleep.

The next morning, John woke to the sound of Nico's phone buzzing on the nightstand. The detective's hand reached out to silence it, but the intrusion had shattered the fragile quiet that had settled over them. John rolled over, burying his face into the pillow to avoid the harsh reality of the day ahead.

Nico sat up, his hand finding John's back and rubbing slow circles. "You okay?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep.

John took a deep breath, willing the images of the night before to fade. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice muffled by the pillow. "Just tired."

Nico's hand stilled for a moment before he leaned over, pressing a kiss to John's shoulder. "I would like you to show you something"

John rolled over, his eyes still heavy with sleep. "What is it?"

Nico sat up fully, the light from the window casting shadows across his face. " I want to take you to one place"

John's eyes searched Nico's, the question in them clear. "Where?"

Nico stood up, " Come on, big boy, get dress" he said, his voice gentle but firm.

John nodded, his body moving on autopilot as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He felt drained, but Nico's touch had given him the strength to face the day. They got dressed in silence, the mood in the room still heavy with the residue of the night's tragedy.

Once they were both dressed, Nico took John's hand and led him out of the apartment and into the city. The bustle of the morning was a stark contrast to the quiet solace of their home. John's mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but he didn't pull away from Nico's grip. He needed it, needed the grounding force of their connection.

" This world is cruel, Johny" Nico said as they walked through the bustling streets of the city. "And there are milion kids like Timmy, they will end up the same way as him." He squeezed John's hand, his eyes searching John's. "But my work has a meaning and can help people and kids."

John nodded, his thoughts still scattered with the horrors of the night. He knew Nico was right, but it didn't make the pain any easier to bear.

They stopped at the center for rape victims of sex trafficking, place John didn't even know was in this city, so well hidden it was like a secret garden in the concrete jungle. Nico walked him through the corridors, past rooms filled with children and adults.

" I want you to meet people that I had saved, I want to show you that they can be saved and can get better, even if the world was cruel to them" Nico said, his voice filled with a fierce determination that John had never heard before.

John's eyes widened as they entered a brightly lit room, the stark contrast to the dark streets outside. Children's laughter filled the air, a sound that seemed almost alien after the horrors of the night. He watched as Nico interacted with the staff, his voice filled with kindness and authority. The way Nico moved, the way he talked to the people here, it was clear he was in his element.

Introductions were made, and John felt the weight of each handshake, each story shared. Survivors of unspeakable crimes looked at him with hope in their eyes, and John realized that Nico wasn't just a detective; he was a beacon of light in their dark world. Each person they met had a story, a past filled with pain, but there was also a resilience, a strength that shone through the cracks of their shattered lives.

Nico took John to meet the kids, their faces a canvas of hope and healing. Each child looked up at them with eyes that had seen too much, yet sparkled with the promise of a brighter future. John felt a lump form in his throat as he watched Nico interact with them.

" Peter," Nico said to the boy, " My friend over there is sad, and thinks you are too, that sounds like a chalange to me" Nico winked at Peter, a boy of about 10 with a mischievous smile.

The boy looked up at John with curiosity, then back at Nico. "Okay," Peter said, his voice filled with a determination that belied his young age. "I'll show him."

John watched as Peter pulled out a box of crayons and a coloring book, his hands steady as he offered them to John. "You can color with me," he said, his smile tentative but earnest, " But don't go behind the lines, or you will feel my wrath" Peter said with a playful grin, mimicking Nico's stern tone from their earlier conversation.

John couldn't help but chuckle, the first genuine laugh he had had in hours. He took the crayons, feeling the familiar weight of them in his hand. It was such a simple gesture, but it was a reminder that amidst the darkness, there was still light, still joy.

He sat down beside Peter, the other children gathering around the table. For a moment, he felt like an intruder in their safe space, but their smiles and welcoming glances told him otherwise. The room was filled with color, the walls adorned with their artwork, a riot of happy images that seemed to shout defiance at the world outside.

John took a deep breath, the scent of the crayons bringing him back to a time when his biggest worry was staying within the lines. He glanced up at Nico, who watched him with a soft smile. It was clear that this place, these people, were a part of Nico's heart, and John felt a swell of pride for the man he loved.

He picked up the crayons and began to color, the simple act bringing a small measure of comfort to his weary soul. The children chattered around him, their laughter a balm to his wounds. As the colors filled the page, he found himself lost in the rhythm of it, the strokes becoming more deliberate, more focused. He glanced at Nico, who nodded encouragingly.

John noticed the little admires he had now, all looking at the picture being colored perfectly within the lines, " You are cheating," Peter said with accusation.

John couldn't help but laugh, the sound a little rusty but genuine. "I'm not," he said, "It's just... I've had a bit more practice."

"Is because you are so old?" Little girl named Lila quipped with a giggle, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

John couldn't help but chuckle, the sound surprising him after the night's horrors. "Maybe," he admitted, his voice gruff. He glanced at Nico, who had moved to sit beside a young woman with a sketchbook. She was drawing a picture of a butterfly, the pencil moving with a steady hand.

" How old are you?" Another girl asked John, her curiosity piqued by the conversation.

John felt the corners of his mouth twitch upwards. "Old enough to know better," he said, his eyes twinkling.

" So you are old, I am 8, your age has two numbers, like Peter, so you both are grandpas at this point" Redhead boy named Leo said, making everyone in the room burst into laughter, the tension dissipating slightly.

John's smile grew wider, the sound of their laughter filling the room with a warmth that was desperately needed. "I guess we are," he said, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "But we're still pretty cool, right?"

The children nodded in agreement, their eyes shining with admiration. For a brief moment, John felt a weight lift from his shoulders, the innocence of their laughter. He glanced over at Nico, who was now deep in conversation with the young woman, her eyes focused on her drawing as she spoke.

John's gaze drifted back to the coloring book, his hand moving automatically to fill in the shapes. The children's chatter grew louder, their laughter more infectious. He found himself smiling more, the pain of the night before slowly receding. The warmth of the room, the smell of crayons, it all served to remind him that there was still good in the world.

As he colored, John felt the weight of the collar around his neck, a symbol of his love for Nico and their commitment to each other. It was a stark contrast to the darkness they had faced, but here, in this place of healing, it felt like a beacon of hope. He glanced over at Nico, who was now showing the young woman some of his own drawings, his eyes alight with enthusiasm.

John's heart swelled with love for the man who had brought him here, who had shown him that there was still beauty in the world despite its horrors. He knew that Nico's job was difficult, that he saw the worst of humanity on a daily basis, but it was moments like these that made it all worthwhile. The children were a testament to the difference one person could make.

John stood up, giving Nico a kiss to top of his head, which made the children giggle. John chuckled to himself, his lover was truly terrible at drawing, but his heart was in the right place. "Thank you for showing me this place," John said, his voice thick with emotion.

Nico looked up from his doodles, his eyes meeting John's. "You're welcome," he murmured, understanding the depth of what John was feeling. "It's important to me that you see this side of my work too"

John nodded, his throat tight with emotion. "It's... it's amazing what you do here," he said, his voice hoarse. "You're changing lives."

Nico gave him a soft smile, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "It's not just me," he said, his voice low. "It's all of us, fighting for them. I wanted to remind you that the world still has good people"

John nodded, his own eyes misting over. "You're right," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I needed this."

Nico took John's hand, squeezing it gently. "We're in this together," he said, his voice firm. "We'll face whatever comes our way. Also the kids will have a little dance soon, they always do this, do you want to watch it and then grab a lunch with me?"

John nodded, the thought of spending more time with Nico and these brave souls helping to ease the ache in his chest. The dance was a beautiful chaos of movement and color, the children's laughter and smiles a poignant reminder of the resilience of the human spirit. He watched Nico interact with them, his own heart swelling with love and admiration.

After the dance, they made their way to a small café around the corner, hand in hand. The sun had come out, casting a warm glow over the city, as if trying to wash away the dark memories of the night before. They sat at a table by the window, the sounds of the bustling street outside a comforting backdrop to their conversation.

Nico ordered a light lunch, his eyes never leaving John's. "I know it's hard, but you need to eat," he said gently. John nodded, his stomach growling in protest at his neglect. They talked about the kids, their stories, and the incredible work the center did. It was a conversation filled with hope and determination, a stark contrast to the despair that had gripped them just hours ago.

" Do you feel, better?" Nico asked, his voice filled with concern as he watched John.

John took a deep breath, the scent of the café's freshly baked bread wafting towards him. "Yeah," he said, his voice still a little rough. "I do." He picked up a piece of bread, tearing it in half, the crumbs scattering on the table. "What you do here, it's... amazing, Nico."

Nico's eyes searched John's, looking for the truth in his words. "Thank you," he said, his voice quiet. "But it's not just me. It's all of us who care about these kids, who want to make a difference. But mainly I wanted to help you I have a back up plan if this was not enough"

John raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "What's the plan?"

Nico leaned in closer, his voice warm. " I wanted to take you to little cat caffe, they would crawl around you and nuzzle to you"

John couldn't help but smile at the thought. "That sounds perfect," he murmured, his eyes lighting up. "I could use some kitten therapy."

The food arrived, and they ate in companionable silence, their hands occasionally brushing against each other on the table. The simple act of sharing a meal felt like a declaration of solidarity, a silent promise to stand together against the darkness.

John heart swelled with love, no one ever had treated him like this, cared so much when he was sad or even knew what to do to make him feel better. The warmth from Nico's hand was comforting as they ate their lunch, the conversation flowing easily between them.

The love John felt was almost tangible, wrapping around him like a warm blanket, providing a much-needed sense of comfort. He took a bite of his sandwich, the flavors exploding in his mouth, reminding him that there was more to life than the bitterness of the past.

John didn't know how he will ever repay this to Nico how he will ever show him, how much he means to him, but he knew he would find a way. They finished their lunch and made their way to the little cat cafe. As soon as they entered, a chorus of meows filled the air, and John felt a weight lift from his shoulders.

The café was a cozy haven, with sunlight streaming through the windows and illuminating the soft fur of the cats that lounged on the cushions and chased each other playfully. Nico's eyes sparkled with joy as he led John to a secluded corner, where a calico cat lay stretched out on a chair.

John sat down carefully, not wanting to disturb the feline, but she was already on the move, jumping gracefully into his lap and purring contentedly as she curled up against his chest. The warmth of her body and the rhythmic vibration of her purring served as a balm to his soul. He buried his face in her fur, breathing in the comforting scent of catnip and sunshine.

Nico ordered two cups of coffee, his eyes never leaving John's face as he interacted with the cat. The gentle way John stroked her back and the soft whispers of reassurance were like a soothing lullaby. As John's hand moved down to her belly, the cat rolled over, exposing it to the light, a clear sign of trust.

"This is Luna," Nico said, smiling as he handed John his coffee. "She's a rescue, just like all the others here."

John looked up at him, his eyes filled with a mix of wonder and gratitude. "Thank you for bringing me here," he murmured, his hand never stopping its soothing motion on the cat's fur.

Nico nodded, his smile gentle. "Anything to help you heal," he said, his voice filled with understanding. He sat down in the chair opposite John, watching as the cat's eyes half-closed in contentment under his touch.

The sound of the café was a welcome distraction - the clinking of cups, the low murmur of conversation, the occasional meow. It was a stark contrast to the harshness of the club and the grimness of the case they'd left behind.

Nico's eyes never left John as he interacted with the cats, watching the tension slowly melt away from his shoulders. It was moments like these that reminded him why he'd become a detective in the first place - to help people find their way out of the shadows and into the light.

John's hand paused on Luna's belly, his thumb idly tracing circles as she purred contentedly. He looked up at Nico, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "You have no idea how much this means to me," he whispered.

Nico leaned forward, placing his hand over John's. "I do," he said, his voice soft. "I love you so much, I will do anything for you."

John took a shaky breath, his heart swelling with emotion. "I love you too," he said, his voice thick. He looked back down at Luna, who had begun to knead his chest with her paws. "You're a good girl," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her furry forehead.

The warmth from the cat and the gentle weight of Nico's hand on his own helped to ease the tension that had coiled in his stomach. For a moment, he allowed himself to simply be, to forget about the horrors of the night before and the weight of his responsibilities.

The café was a slice of heaven, a place where he could feel the love and care that Nico had for him. He watched as Nico interacted with the other cats, his gentle touch and soft voice coaxing them closer. It was clear that this was Nico's sanctuary, a place where he could be himself without the mask of the undercover detective.

John felt in love with him even more, he didn't know how it was possible, but every time Nico showed him this gentle side of himself, it was like falling all over again. They spent hours at the café, John playing with Luna and another few cats that had come to greet them, Nico watching him with a warm smile.

Their time at the café passed like a gentle breeze, carrying away the last of the shadows from John's heart. As they left, the sun had reached its peak, casting a warm glow over the city streets. The café owner, an elderly woman with a soft smile, handed John a small bag of catnip as they said their goodbyes.

"For your little friends at home," she said, her eyes twinkling knowingly.

John took the bag with a smile, tucking it into his pocket. "Thank you," he said, his voice filled with warmth.

" I might have lied to her that I own cats " Nico murmured to John.

John couldn't help but chuckle, feeling the warmth of the café and the love from Nico still surrounding him. "Well, you do have me," he said, leaning into Nico's side as they walked. "And I can be pretty clingy."

Nico's arm tightened around him, pulling him closer. "Always," he murmured.

The rest of the day was spent in a blur of gentle activities, each one carefully selected by Nico to keep John's mind off Timmy. They visited a museum, wandered through a nearby park, and ended the day with a romantic dinner at a restaurant overlooking the city. The conversation flowed freely, a mix of laughter and shared stories, the tension of the morning a distant memory.

As the sun set, painting the sky in a riot of oranges and pinks, John leaned back in his chair, his hand resting on Nico's thigh. "Thank you," he said, his voice sincere. "For everything."

Nico's eyes searched John's, the love in them unmistakable. "You don't have to thank me," he said, his voice gentle. "We're in this together. And I will do what ever it takes"

John nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "I know," he murmured. "But I'm just... I'm so lucky to have you."

Nico leaned in, his eyes serious. "We're partners," he said. "In every sense of the word. But remeber how much I mean to you if you ever consider saying no to me" Nico said smirking.

John rolled his eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You're so full of yourself," he teased, playfully punching Nico's arm.

Nico chuckled, his eyes never leaving John's. "But you love it," he retorted, his voice filled with mischief. " Maybe I could be full of you, instead"

John felt a blush creep up his neck at the innuendo, his heart racing at the thought. He took a sip of his wine, trying to regain his composure. "You're terrible," he said, his voice a mix of affection and exasperation.

Nico's grin widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But you love me for it," he said, his voice low and seductive.

John couldn't argue with that. He took another sip of his wine, trying to ignore the way Nico's words sent a shiver down his spine. "I do," he admitted, his voice a little hoarser than he intended.

Nico leaned in closer, his eyes dark with desire. "And I love you for loving me," he murmured, his voice a warm caress. "Now, how about we go home and you show me just how much?"

John's cheeks grew hotter, but he couldn't resist the allure of Nico's proposal. "Home it is," he said, his voice a little shaky. They paid the bill and left the restaurant, the cool evening air a welcome contrast to the warmth of their bodies.

The walk to the apartment was filled with playful banter and occasional kisses that grew more passionate with each step. By the time they reached the door, John was already hard with anticipation. Nico's hand fumbled with the keys for a moment before the lock clicked open.

Their clothes were shed in a hasty flurry, the urgency of their desire palpable in the air. John pushed Nico against the wall, their kisses deep and hungry as their bodies collided. Nico's hands roamed over John's broad chest, his nails scraping lightly, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

John picked Nico up effortlessly, carrying him to the bedroom, their mouths never breaking contact. He laid him down on the bed, the mattress squeaking slightly under their combined weight. The detective's eyes were dark with lust as he watched John strip, revealing the powerful body that had dominated him so completely many nights.

Their lovemaking was an explosion of passion, a fiery dance of need and want. John's hands roamed over Nico's body, relearning every curve and plane as if it were the first time. He kissed Nico's neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before moving down to suckle on his nipples, eliciting a moan that was music to his ears.

Nico's hands were equally eager, exploring John's muscled back, his nails digging in as John's mouth continued its downward journey. His cock was hard and demanding, begging for attention, and John was more than happy to oblige. He took Nico's length in his hand, stroking it with a firm grip that made the detective's hips buck.

John lowered his head, his hot breath ghosting over Nico's erection before taking it into his mouth. Nico's moan was a symphony of pleasure, his hips arching off the bed as John's tongue swirled around the sensitive head. John could feel Nico's pulse racing through his cock, his heart pounding in time with the detective's moans.

He took his time, savoring every inch of Nico's arousal, his tongue exploring the velvety softness and the firmness beneath. Nico's fingers tangled in John's hair, guiding him deeper, urging him to take more. John complied, his throat working as he took Nico's length all the way in, the taste of him coating his mouth, making him want more.

Nico's legs wrapped around John's head, his heels digging into the mattress as John's mouth worked magic. He could feel the detective's body tensing, the tension building, and he knew he was close. He increased his pace, his hand pumping in time with his mouth, eager to feel Nico come apart beneath him.

Nico's moans grew louder, his hips thrusting upward as John's mouth and hand brought him closer and closer to the edge. "John, oh God, John," he gasped, his eyes squeezed shut.

John stopped, watching Nico to whine, his need clear. He could feel Nico's cock pulse in his mouth, the head swelling with each stroke of his tongue. He pulled back slightly, looking up at Nico with a smirk. "Ready to come for me?" he murmured.

Nico's eyes flew open, his pupils dilated with desire. "Yes," he panted, his voice a mix of desperation and pleasure. "Oh God, yes."

"No" John said with a smirk, pulling away. "You're going to have to work for it, detective."

Nico's eyes snapped open, a whine escaping his lips as he looked down at John with a mix of annoyance and lust. "You're playing games," he accused, his voice husky with need.

John chuckled, his eyes dark with desire. "Always," he murmured, his hand still wrapped around Nico's cock. "But it's all part of the fun." He leaned down, kissing Nico's stomach before moving lower, his mouth leaving a trail of fire along the detective's skin.

Nico's breath hitched as John's mouth reached his balls, his tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive flesh. "John," he moaned, his hips bucking upward.

John chuckled again, his grip tightening slightly. "Patience," he said, his voice a low command. He took his time, his tongue and teeth playing with Nico's balls before moving back to the base of his cock. He sucked hard, eliciting a guttural groan from Nico.

Nico's hands tightened in John's hair, his hips moving in a frantic rhythm as John worked him over. John's other hand found its way to Nico's ass, his fingers ghosting over the tight ring of muscle before pushing inside. Nico's body stiffened, his breath catching in his throat as John began to pump his finger in time with his mouth.

John felt Nico's muscles clench around his finger, the detective's moans growing louder. He added a second, scissoring them apart and stretching him, preparing him for what was to come. Nico's eyes were squeezed shut, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he fought to keep from crying out.

John knew Nico was close, but he wasn't quite ready to let him go over the edge yet. He pulled back, his finger still buried inside him, watching as Nico's body quivered with need. "You're so beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Nico's eyes flew open, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. "Johny, please," he begged, his voice a whimper.

John smirked, his eyes gleaming with desire. "Tell me how beautiful you are, tell me how perfect you are" he said, his voice a low growl.

Nico's cheeks flushed, but he met John's gaze, his voice a breathy whisper. "I'm beautiful " he managed, his body trembling with the effort to hold back his climax.

John's eyes searched Nico's, the desire in them like a living flame. "Say it again, say how loved you are" he murmured, his voice a dark demand.

Nico's voice was barely audible, but he complied, his eyes never leaving John's. "I'm perfect," he whispered, his voice shaking with the effort to hold back his release. " I am loved"

John's heart clenched at Nico's words, his own desire for dominance momentarily forgotten in the face of the love he felt for this man. He leaned in, capturing Nico's mouth in a gentle kiss, his finger still deep inside him. "Yes you are, remeber that," he murmured against Nico's lips.

The detective's body was tight with need, his hips rolling against John's hand, silently begging for more. John pulled back, his eyes dark with lust as he stared down at Nico. "Now," he said, his voice a low command, "it's time for you to take what you need."

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving John's. He pushed himself up on his elbows, his cock standing at attention. John's finger slid out of him with a wet pop, and Nico reached for the lube on the nightstand. He coated John's cock, his hand moving in a slow, sensual motion that had John's eyes fluttering shut with pleasure.

John positioned himself at Nico's entrance, his cockhead nudging against the tight ring of muscle. "Ready?" he murmured, his voice thick with need.

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving John's. "Always," he breathed.

John pushed in slowly, watching as Nico's body stretched to accommodate him, his eyes never leaving the detective's face. Nico's eyes squeezed shut for a moment, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he adjusted to the sensation. John's hand reached up to cup Nico's cheek, his thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "Look at me," he whispered.

Nico's eyes fluttered open, his gaze locking with John's. The love and trust in them was like a punch to John's gut, his cock swelling even more as he pushed in deeper. Nico's breath hitched, his body shuddering with pleasure as John filled him completely. They lay there for a moment, their hearts racing in sync, savoring the feeling of their bodies joined as one.

John began to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm that had Nico's nails digging into the bedsheets. The detective's eyes never left John's, his moans of pleasure a sweet symphony that John's body responded to with every thrust. The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the slap of skin on skin, the wetness of their bodies moving together, and the ragged gasps of their breaths.

Nico's legs wrapped around John's waist, pulling him deeper, his body arching up to meet John's every move. John's hand found Nico's cock again, stroking in time with his thrusts, the detective's hips moving in a silent plea for more. "John," Nico moaned, his voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. "Harder, please, I need it harder."

John's eyes searched Nico's, his own need burning like a wildfire. He gave in to the detective's plea, his hips slamming into Nico's with a force that made the bedframe creak. Nico's eyes rolled back in his head, his moans growing louder, his body tightening around John's cock. "Yes," he gasped, his nails scoring John's back. "Just like that."

John's hand tightened around Nico's cock, his strokes matching the ferocity of his thrusts. The collar around Nico's neck was a stark reminder of their bond, a symbol of the love and trust that had grown between them. It was a love that had blossomed into something more profound and meaningful.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, each stroke, each touch, each kiss a declaration of their undying devotion to one another. Nico's eyes never left John's, his trust unwavering as he gave himself over to the pleasure that John was giving him. John could feel Nico's muscles tightening around him, his orgasm approaching like a freight train, unstoppable and powerful.

John leaned down, capturing Nico's mouth in a bruising kiss, their tongues dueling as their bodies moved in a frenzied dance. He could feel Nico's cock pulsing in his hand, the precursor to the climax that was building within him. "Come for me," John murmured against Nico's lips, his voice a dark demand.

Nico's body responded immediately, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave. He cried out, his body convulsing as he spilled into John's hand, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. John groaned, the feel of Nico's release sending him spiraling over the edge as well. He thrust deep one last time, his own orgasm tearing through him like a tornado, leaving him trembling and gasping for air.

But John didn't stop, his hips moving in a frenetic rhythm that matched the pounding of their hearts. Nico's body was a canvas of pleasure, and John painted it with every stroke of his cock. The collar around Nico's neck seemed to pulse with each beat, a silent reminder of their bond.

He watched Nico teary eyes due to overstimulation, the bells ringing, and the collar around his neck that signified his love to John. It was a beautiful sight, a declaration of love and trust that filled John's chest with a warmth that was almost overwhelming. He kissed Nico again, a gentle peck, before pulling out of him, his cock still hard and covered in their combined release.

They lay there, panting and sweaty, their bodies tangled in the sheets. John could feel Nico's heart beating against his chest, a comforting rhythm that lulled him into a state of blissful contentment. He wrapped his arms around Nico, holding him close as they both came down from their high.

Nico's eyes were glazed over with pleasure, a soft smile playing on his lips. "You bastard," he murmured, his voice still thick with passion.

John chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from Nico's forehead. "You liked that, didn't you?"

Nico's smile grew, his eyes still half-lidded with pleasure. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice a rough whisper. "I got my brain fucked out."

John laughed, his chest rumbling against Nico's back. "Good," he murmured, his hand tracing lazy patterns on Nico's skin. "That's what I aim for."

They lay there for a few moments longer, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a heady aroma that only served to heighten the intimacy between them. Nico's breathing evened out, his body relaxing into the mattress as John held him close.

"What do you think about my friends?" Nico asked, his voice still a bit shaky from the intense orgasm.

John's arms tightened around him, his breath warm against Nico's ear. " They are wonderful, and I got the best one of the group it seems" he murmured, his hand still idly stroking Nico's chest.

Nico's smile grew, his eyes closing in contentment. "Yeah, you did," he said, his voice a sleepy purr. "Do you really feel better?"

John nodded, his gaze never leaving Nico's face. "I do," he murmured. "You have a way of grounding me, making everything else seem... insignificant."

Nico's smile was soft and warm, his eyes filled with a love that made John's heart clench. "That's what I'm here for," he whispered, his voice filled with affection.

John leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Nico's neck, feeling the pulse of his love's vein beneath his lips. "And I'm here for you," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Always."

Nico's eyes fluttered shut, a contented sigh escaping his lips. He knew that John would stand by him, no matter what the club threw their way. The collar was a symbol of their love, not a label that defined their relationship. "God I love you" he murmured, his voice a soft whisper.

John's smile grew, his teeth grazing Nico's earlobe. "I love you too," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "And I'll always protect you, no matter what."

They slowly drifted into a peaceful silence, the air between them charged with the aftermath of their passionate exchange. John felt the weight of the collar around Nico's neck, the physical reminder of their unconventional bond.

Sleep claimed Nico first, his breathing evening out into a gentle rhythm that soothed John's racing thoughts. John held him tightly, his mind racing with the events of this day and all the days before to conclude that the word love is weak for what he feels towards Nico, 'love' does not fully include what John feels, how much he cherishes him, how much he wants to protect him. He was determined to stand firm beside Nico.

Sleep finaly took John too, their bodies still tangled together, the collar a silent sentinel of their love.

John woke up, it was too soon to wake Nico up and too late to get any more rest. He gently untangled himself from Nico's embrace and went to the bathroom to clean up. He looked at himself in the mirror, the collar around his neck a stark reminder of the challenges they faced.

He went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, the collar cool against his skin as he moved through the quiet house. The fridge hummed in the background, a comforting white noise that always calmed him down, yesterday 'cafe date ' with cats bringing a smile to his face. The kids in the center had been adorable, and John was thanful to Nico for arranging it.

But as he sipped his water, the smile faded. He knew that their life was far from simple. With Nico's job, the club, there were so many variables that could go wrong. And yet, as he looked at the collar, he knew that he would do anything to protect Nico, to keep him safe.

John's eyes drifted to the clock on the wall, the ticking a reminder that the day was moving on without them. He knew Nico would be getting ready soon, the detective's sense of duty as strong as John's own. With a sigh, he set the glass down and headed back to the bedroom.

The sight in the bedroom made John pause for a moment. Nico was masturbating lazily, his hand wrapped around his half-hard cock, the sheets tangled around his legs. His eyes were closed, and he was lost in his own world, a soft moan escaping his lips. John felt a pang of arousal, his own cock twitching at the sight of Nico's pleasure.

He cleared his throat, and Nico's eyes snapped open, his cheeks flushing a dark red. "John," he said, his voice strangled with embarrassment.

John smirked, his own desire flaring up again. "I see you're still feeling a bit... restless," he said, his eyes raking over Nico's body.

Nico bit his lip, his hand stilling on his cock. "Sorry," he murmured, his eyes darting away.

John stepped closer, his hand reaching out to cup Nico's chin. "Don't be," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're beautiful."

Nico's blush deepened, but he didn't look away. "I was just... thinking about you," he admitted, his hand moving back to his cock.

John's smirk grew into a full-blown smile, his eyes darkening with desire. "Is that so?" he murmured, his voice a seductive purr. He stepped closer to the bed, his hand sliding over Nico's body.

Nico's eyes widened as John straddled his thighs, his own cock now fully hard again. "John," he breathed, his voice filled with both surprise and want.

John leaned down, his breath hot against Nico's ear. "Want me to ride you?," he murmured, kising Nico's neck.

Nico nodded, his eyes glazed with desire. "Yes, please," he whispered. " But you don't bottom usualy, will you be okay?"

John chuckled, his grip on Nico's chin tightening slightly. "For you, I'd do anything," he murmured before leaning in to claim Nico's mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. Nico's body responded immediately, arching up to meet John's, his legs spreading wider to give him better access.

John reached over to the nightstand, grabbing the lube again. He slicked his fingers, his eyes never leaving Nico's as he worked himself open, his own need building with every stroke. Nico watched, his hand moving faster on his cock, his breathing growing ragged.

When John was ready, he positioned himself over Nico, their eyes locked as he lowered himself down onto the detective's cock. Nico's eyes rolled back in his head, a low moan escaping his lips as John's tight heat enveloped him. They moved together, their rhythm slow and deliberate, each stroke a silent declaration of love and trust.

John's hands gripped the headboard, his knuckles white with the effort of holding back, but Nico's gentle touches and whispered words of encouragement had him gradually letting go. The collar around his neck was a constant reminder of Nico's love, here, in the safety of their home, it was also a symbol of their unity and the depth of their feelings for one another.

Their bodies moved together in a silent symphony of love and need, each thrust bringing them closer, the collar a reminder of their unspoken promise. The tension in the room was palpable, a heady mix of passion and the newfound intimacy that had grown between them.

John didn't prefer bottoming but it was fun once in a while, and the look on Nico's face made it all worth it. The way Nico's eyes rolled back in his head, the way he moaned when John took him deep inside, it was all for Nico, all for the love they shared. Nico's hands roamed John's body, caressing every inch as if he was worshipping him. And in a way, he was.

Nico's gentle strokes soon turned into firm grips, his fingers digging into John's hips as he drove upwards to meet John's every downward thrust. "Harder," John groaned into Nico's ear, his voice a dark whisper of need. Nico complied, his hips bucking up to meet John's, their bodies moving in perfect sync.

John's breathing grew ragged as he felt his orgasm building, his eyes never leaving Nico's. Nico's gaze was intense, his eyes filled with love and a hunger that only John could satisfy. "I'm close," John murmured, his voice strained.

Nico's response was a low growl, his hips snapping up to meet John's every thrust. "Come for me," he said, his voice a command that sent a shiver down John's spine. John's eyes rolled back in his head, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave. He shouted Nico's name, his body convulsing as he spilled onto Nico's stomach.

Nico watched John's face, the pleasure etched into every line and curve. His own release followed quickly, his cock pulsing deep inside John as he too found his peak. They held onto each other tightly, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts beating in unison.

As John collapsed onto Nico's chest , Nico felt a warmth spread through him that was more than just the aftermath of their love making. It was a sense of belonging, a reassurance that no matter what the outside world threw at them, they had each other.

Nico wrapped his arms around John, holding him close as their breathing slowly returned to normal. He could feel the collar's leather warm against his skin, a physical symbol of the bond they had just reinforced. "Thank you," Nico murmured, his voice hoarse from the passionate cries that had filled the room.

John's only response was a contented sigh as he nuzzled into Nico's neck, the collar a comforting presence. They lay there for several moments, their hearts beating in sync, the silence between them speaking louder than any words could.

Nico laughed softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief, his hand sliding down John's back to cup his ass.

John pulled back, his eyes searching Nico's. "What's so funny?" he asked, his own smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Nico's laughter grew, the sound a beautiful symphony of joy and love. "Look at me John, I am the Dominant now" he laughed slaping softly John's ass.

John's smile grew, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "Is that so?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble of amusement.

Nico nodded, his expression playful. "Ofcourse " he said, his hand still cupping John's ass. "Look at you being so submissive and breedable for me." Nico laughed loudly at his own joke.

John's eyes danced with amusement, his grip on Nico's hip tightening slightly. "Is that what you think?" he murmured, his voice a challenge.

Nico's eyes sparkled with excitement, the playfulness in his voice unmistakable. "Mm-hmm," he murmured, his thumb stroking the leather of John's collar. "You're mine to do with as I please. And I am the Daddy" he laughed even more, his face being red from laughing so much.

John's smile grew, his eyes glinting with a mischief that matched Nico's. He leaned in, his teeth grazing Nico's neck. "And what would you like to do with me, Daddy?" he asked, his voice a seductive purr.

Nico just brusted in to the laughter more, " Da- da-" he just laughed.

John's teeth bit down playfully, his eyes alight with joy. "I think someone enjoyed that a bit too much," he said, his voice a low rumble of amusement.

Nico's laughter subsided into a grin. "Maybe," he admitted, his hand still on John's ass. "But you're just so..."

John's eyes narrowed playfully. "So what?" he prompted, his teeth releasing Nico's neck with a gentle nip.

Nico's grin softened into a loving smile. "So... irresistible," he murmured, his thumb tracing the leather of John's collar. "And so... mine."

John's eyes darkened with arousal, his own hand sliding down to cover Nico's. "Always," he agreed, his voice a low rumble.

"Do you want me to buy you a new collar, one for Dominants?" Nico asked, " I don't want, someone question you in the work, I showed the collars to my friend and she said I bought the wrong ones for you"

John chuckled, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "I think this one suits me just fine," he said, his voice filled with affection. "Besides, you would have to pry this collar off of my dead cold hands"

Nico rolled his eyes, his smile never leaving his face. "Well, I wouldn't want to do that," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "But you know what I mean. I don't want you to feel out of place at the club."

John leaned in, his eyes serious. "I've never felt out of place with you, Nico," he murmured, his hand sliding up to cup Nico's cheek. "And I never will."

Nico's smile softened, his eyes searching John's. "I know," he said, his voice earnest. "But the club is different. And I don't want them to think less of you because of me."

John leaned in, his lips brushing against Nico's in a gentle kiss. "They can think whatever they want," he murmured. " I don't care, I only care what you think"

Nico's eyes searched John's, finding the truth in his words. He nodded, his smile returning. "Okay," he said, his voice filled with relief.

John's hands started to roam over Nico's body again, his own desire not fully sated. He knew that they had to get ready for the day, but the feeling of Nico's warmth and the symbol of their love around his neck was intoxicating. He leaned in for another kiss, this one deeper and more demanding. Nico responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around John's neck as they deepened the kiss.

Their kiss grew more urgent, their bodies pressing together, the heat between them building once more. John's hand found Nico's cock, stroking it gently back to life, while Nico's hand slid down to grip John's firmly. They broke apart, both panting, their eyes locked in a silent challenge.

John smirked, his eyes sparkling with desire. "Again?" he murmured, his voice a teasing whisper.

Nico nodded, his own arousal clear in his eyes. "Who comes first is the bottom?," he said, his voice a hoarse whisper.

John chuckled, his hand moving faster on Nico's cock. "You're always so eager to challenge me," he murmured, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "But if that's what you want..."

With a swift move, John rolled them over, his body now pressing Nico into the mattress. He sat back, his hand still stroking Nico's cock. "Now, who's the sub?" he teased, his voice low and taunting.

Nico's eyes widened with surprise, his laughter turning into a gasp as John's grip tightened. Nico wrapped an arm under John's armpits rolling him over and being on top of him. " You think I am gonna give up my new position so easily?" Nico laughed stroking John faster.

John's chuckle turned into a groan as Nico's strokes grew more demanding. "You're insatiable," he murmured, his eyes hooded with lust.

Nico's smile was pure mischief as he leaned down, his teeth grazing John's earlobe. "I learned from the best," he whispered, his breath hot against John's skin.

John's hips bucked up, his cock growing even harder under Nico's touch. "Is that so?" he murmured, his voice a mix of challenge and desire.

Nico leaned in, his breath hot against John's skin. "Mm-hmm," he murmured, his teeth nipping at John's neck.

John knew Nico isn't gonna last long, he laughed at the challenge, his body responding to Nico's touch as if it was the first time. He could feel the heat building between them, the tension in the air thick with desire. Nico's strokes grew more insistent, his breathing quickening as he watched John's reaction.

John's eyes fluttered closed, his hips moving in sync with Nico's hand. He knew Nico was enjoying this, the reversal of roles a thrilling dance that only they could perform together. The feel of Nico's cock in his hand, hot and hard, was a testament to his love and the power they shared.

John also knew that Nico wouldn't let him live this one down, and would bring it up every chance, so with internal chuckle he put himself to a serious work.

With a swift move, John flipped Nico onto his back, reversing their positions with a playful grin. "I think it's time for a reminder of who's in charge," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire. Nico's eyes widened in surprise, but the fire in his gaze only grew brighter.

John leaned down, capturing Nico's mouth in a demanding kiss that made Nico's toes curl. Nico's hand never left John's cock, stroking it with an urgency that matched the beat of their hearts. John could feel Nico's pulse racing beneath him, their bodies entwined in a dance of power and passion.

If there was anything that would make Nico come as quickly as humanly possible, it was praise. And John was fully aware of it.

John leaned down, his teeth grazing Nico's ear. "You're so good at making me feel like a king," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. Nico's hips jerked upwards, his breath catching in his throat. "So obedient, so eager to please me." " Look how hard you make me," John said, his voice a low rumble, "and all because you're such a good boy."

John watched Nico's hand to unknowlingly slow down on John's cock, making chuckle to himself it was working like a charm.

"You're so perfect," John whispered against Nico's ear, his voice a seductive purr. "So beautiful when you submit to me." Nico's breath hitched, his eyes glazed over with need. " Nico, you are mine," John stated firmly, his hand claiming Nico's neck. Nico's body responded instantly, his cock twitching in John's hand, a silent affirmation of his love and submission.

Nico came first with a shout, his body arching off the bed, his cock pulsing in John's hand. John followed quickly, his orgasm a wave that crashed over him, leaving him trembling and gasping for breath. They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their hearts racing.

John pulled out of Nico's hand with a soft groan, his body still quivering with aftershocks of pleasure. He collapsed beside him, the collar around his neck feeling heavier than ever before. He looked over at Nico, whose face was flushed and eyes glazed over with satisfaction.

"You okay?" John asked, his voice still a little shaky.

Nico laughed, " You cheating bastard," he turned over looking at John," you knew the praise would work, how dare you"

John grinned, "A master has to have his tricks," he said, his voice filled with mirth. "But you enjoyed it," he added, his eyes sparkling with love.

Nico rolled his eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips. "Maybe a little," he conceded, his voice warm.

Nico sat up on top of John.

John's chuckle rumbled through the room, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Maybe a little," he repeated, his voice a gentle tease. "I'll take that as a compliment."

" I think I have to check your dick a little bit" Nico said with a smirk, his eyes sparkling with mischief. " I was trying so hard and you didn't come so either it is because you are sex worker and have an inhumane self control or you have a faucet inside your cock"

John's laughter was genuine and deep, his eyes sparkling with love as he watched Nico's playful expression. "And what if it's both?" he asked, his voice a low rumble of amusement.

Nico leaned down, his eyes on John's cock, which was still semi-hard. He licked his lips, his gaze never leaving John's as he reached down and began to stroke him again. "Well," he murmured, "we'll just have to test that theory, won't we?"

John's eyes widened in surprise, his cock twitching at Nico's touch. He knew Nico wasn't one to give up so easily, but he hadn't expected this. "Oh, you think so?" he challenged, his voice filled with mirth.

Nico noded lowering him self on John, once Nico fully seated he started to lazily ride John.

John groaned, his eyes closing in pleasure as Nico's warm, tight heat enveloped him. He had thought the previous rounds had drained him, but Nico's playful challenge had reignited his passion. He wrapped his arms around Nico's waist, his hands gripping him tightly as he began to thrust upwards, meeting Nico's rhythm.

" So" Nico said breathless, " Where is that button to turn off that faucet, is it here?" He laughed biting John's nipple, " or is it here?"

John's body jolted with pleasure, his eyes flying open to meet Nico's mischievous gaze. "You're going to pay for that," he murmured, his voice a mix of love and challenge.

Nico's smile was pure satisfaction as he rode John with a steady, teasing rhythm. "Oh, I know," he whispered, his hips moving in a way that was both torturous and exhilarating. "Is it here?" Nico said licking John's fingers and putting them in his mouth.

John's eyes darkened, his grip on Nico's waist tightening. "Keep that up and you'll find out," he growled, his voice a mix of desire and warning.

Nico's laughter was cut short by a moan as John began to thrust upwards in earnest, his movements demanding and powerful. Nico's eyes widened, his body responding to John's dominance, his own desire spiraling out of control. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the slap of skin against skin, the tension between them palpable.

John's eyes never left Nico's, his gaze intense and possessive. He could see the pleasure in Nico's eyes, the way they darkened with need, and it only spurred him on. He knew Nico was testing him, pushing him to see how far he could go, and he was more than willing to play along.

He slammed his hips up into Nico, his cock hitting that sweet spot that made Nico's eyes roll back in his head. "Is that what you want?" John asked, his voice a low growl. "To find out how much I can take?"

Nico's only response was a strangled gasp, his nails digging into John's shoulders as he tried to keep his rhythm. "Yeah," he breathed out, his voice barely a whisper. "Show me."

John's smile grew darker, his hips moving faster, harder. He knew exactly what Nico needed, and he was going to give it to him. He reached up, grabbing Nico's chin and forcing his gaze to meet his own. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. "And I'm going to fuck you until you scream it."

Nico's eyes widened, his body responding to John's dominance with a shiver of pleasure. He leaned down, their foreheads touching, their breaths mingling. "Make me" he whispered back, his voice thick with need.

John's hands slid down to Nico's hips, his grip tightening as he thrust up into him, his movements relentless. Nico's breath hitched, his own hips moving in sync with John's, their bodies moving together in a dance of passion and power. The headboard slammed against the wall with each powerful thrust, the rhythm punctuating the air like a heartbeat.

John's eyes never left Nico's, the intensity in his gaze making Nico's stomach clench. "You want it?" John growled, his voice deep and demanding. "You want me to fuck you like you're mine? Till you scream my name and only think about my dick?"

Nico's breath hitched, his hips moving faster as he nodded. "Yes," he managed to choke out, his voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies colliding.

John's grip tightened, his thrusts growing more forceful as he claimed Nico's mouth in a brutal kiss. Nico's nails raked down John's back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. John's teeth sank into Nico's lower lip, eliciting a moan that echoed through the room. The pain mixed with pleasure, sending a jolt of electricity straight to Nico's core.

John's hand slid down to Nico's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. Nico's hips bucked, his movements becoming erratic as he approached the edge. He could feel John's cock swelling inside him, the pressure building. "I'm close," he gasped, his voice breaking.

John rolled them over, pushing Nico's back to the matress, pounding him, claiming him once again. Nico's moans grew louder, his body writhing beneath John's. "Say it," John demanded, his voice harsh with desire. "Say it, Nico."

"I'm yours," Nico shouted, his voice hoarse with passion. "Yours, John, only yours."

John's strokes grew more erratic, his own orgasm building as he heard Nico's declaration. He knew it was the truth, felt it in every beat of Nico's heart and in the way their bodies melded together so perfectly. "Again," he demanded, his voice a mix of pleasure and dominance.

Nico's eyes widened, his body tightening around John as he repeated the words. "I'm yours, John," he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls of the room.

John's orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, his body shaking with the force of it. He felt Nico's cock pulse in his hand, hot cum spurting between them as he came in time with John's own release. They lay there, panting and sweaty, their hearts racing as they stared into each other's eyes.

The room was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing, the echoes of their cries of passion still hanging in the air. John leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Nico's swollen lips, tasting the salt of their combined sweat. "I love you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Nico's eyes searched John's, the intensity of their connection palpable. " That is cute, but I cannot walk" he whispered, his voice still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure.

John chuckled, his body still humming with the energy of their lovemaking. He pulled Nico into his arms, holding him close as they both struggled to catch their breath. "I'll carry you," he murmured, his voice gentle. "But first, let's clean up."

Nico whined dramaticaly in protest.

John chuckled, "You're not that fragile," he said, his voice still filled with the echoes of their passion. He gently eased out of Nico, his cock still half-hard. "Come on," he coaxed, his voice a low rumble. "Let's get cleaned up."

Nico groaned, his body feeling like jelly as he allowed John to help him to the bathroom. The cool tiles felt good against his flushed skin, the contrast of the chilly air with the warmth of their bodies a welcome sensation. John turned on the shower, the sound of the water hitting the tiles a soothing backdrop to their quiet laughter.

They stepped into the shower, John's strong arms wrapping around Nico's waist as he held him steady. The warm water cascaded over them, washing away the sweat and the remnants of their intense encounter. John's hands began to move over Nico's body, gently washing him with a tenderness that made Nico's heart ache. He leaned into John's touch, his eyes closing as he reveled in the feeling of being cared for and protected.

John's soapy hands moved over Nico's shoulders, down his arms, and across his chest, cleaning every inch of him with a gentle thoroughness that was almost as intimate as their earlier play. Nico couldn't help but feel cherished, his body responding to John's touch even though he was sated. He watched as John's eyes roamed over him, his gaze lingering on the marks from his past.

John met Nico's gaze, his expression serious. "I won't let anyone hurt you," he murmured, his voice a promise. "Not here, not at the club, not anywhere."

Nico's eyes searched John's, his own filled with a mix of love and vulnerability. "I know," he whispered, his voice shaky. "But you can't be with me every second of every day. Especially when I am in the work."

John's expression softened, his hands stilling on Nico's body. "I know," he said, his voice gentle. "But we'll figure it out. We always do."

Nico leaned into John's embrace, his eyes closing as the warm water washed over them. "I trust you," he murmured, his voice filled with love and a hint of exhaustion.

" God, I won't be able to focus at work, I will still feel you in me whole day" Nico moaned as John's soapy hand reached his inner thighs and gently washed him clean.

John's chuckle was low and warm against Nico's ear. "That's the idea," he murmured, his breath sending shivers down Nico's spine. "So you remember who you belong to."

Nico leaned into the embrace, his heart swelling with love. "Always," he whispered.

John's hands continued to move over him, the soap creating a slippery barrier that only served to heighten the sensations. Nico's cock began to stir again, despite the intensity of their earlier play. "Someone's feeling greedy," John said with a smirk, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Nico rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. "I can't help it," he murmured.

John's smirk grew, his eyes dark with desire. He turned Nico around, pressing him against the tiles as the water rained down on them. Nico's breath hitched as John's soapy hands slid down his back, over his ass, and between his cheeks.

"I'll make sure you're good and clean," John murmured, his voice a seductive promise.

Nico's breath caught as John's slick fingers circled his opening, gently probing. He knew John was pushing his boundaries, but the way he did it made Nico feel safe and cherished. He felt John's other hand grip his hip, the collar around his neck a constant reminder of their bond.

" I don't want it" Nico whispered, his breath hitching as John's fingers delved deeper.

John's eyes searched Nico's, his own filled with a mix of love and lust. "I know you don't," he murmured, his voice understanding. "But I need to make sure you're okay."

"Oh, I thought you want to go another round" Nico said, his voice shaking slightly with anticipation.

John's eyes never left Nico's as he continued to explore him, his touch gentle but firm. "As tempting as that is," he said, his voice a low growl, "I need to make sure you're not hurt."

Nico's cheeks flushed, his body trembling with the need for John's touch. "I'm okay," he assured him, his voice barely above a whisper.

John's eyes searched Nico's, looking for any sign of distress or hesitation. Finding none, he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the nape of Nico's neck. "Good," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble of satisfaction. He withdrew his fingers, his hands moving to Nico's hips as he turned him to face him again.

The water continued to cascade over them, the steam filling the small bathroom. John's gaze never left Nico's as he reached for the shower gel, lathering his hands before he began to wash Nico's chest and abs, his movements deliberate and tender. Nico's eyes fluttered closed, his body responding to John's gentle ministrations with a lazy arousal that seemed to never truly wane.

John's hands moved lower, cupping Nico's cock and balls, his thumb brushing the sensitive spot behind them. Nico gasped, his body arching into the touch. "Beautiful," John murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You're always so responsive to me."

Nico's breath hitched, his eyes opening to meet John's gaze. The intensity in John's eyes made Nico's knees weak.

He washed Nico until he was satisfied and then wrapped him in a towel, drying him off with gentle strokes that seemed to soothe Nico's soul as much as his skin. They stepped out of the shower, the cold air of the bathroom making Nico's nipples peak, his body still feeling the phantom touch of John's fingers.

John grabbed his own towel and began to dry off, his muscles rippling as he moved. Nico couldn't help but stare, his body still humming with the aftermath of their passionate encounter. He knew he was in love with this man, with the way he took control and the way he cared for him so tenderly.

Nico stood up and lowly started to get dressed, his body still feeling the aftershocks of their passionate encounter. John couldn't help but admire him, the way his muscles moved beneath his skin, the way he pulled on his clothes with an air of confidence that was so utterly beguiling.

"You look good," John said, his voice low and filled with desire.

Nico glanced over, his cheeks coloring slightly. "Thanks," he murmured, tucking in his shirt. " How about I give you a goodbye head? Then we both leave happier"

John's cock twitched at the suggestion, his eyes darkening with desire. "You're going to kill me," he said with a smirk, stepping closer to Nico.

Nico's hands paused on his belt, his eyes meeting John's with a mischievous glint. "Is that a no?" he asked, his voice playful.

John's smirk grew wider. "Far from it," he murmured, stepping closer to Nico. He leaned down, capturing Nico's mouth in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. Nico's body responded immediately, his hands reaching up to wrap around John's neck as he deepened the kiss.

John's hands slid down to Nico's waist, pulling him closer as their tongues danced together. Nico's cock grew hard again, pressing against John's thigh as he moaned into the kiss.

Nico dropped to his knees looking up at John, his legs parted and eyes waiting, filled with desire. John stepped closer, his towel dropping to the floor as he revealed his hardened length. Nico licked his lips, his eyes never leaving John's as he leaned in and was just pecking his cock.

John groaned, his hand coming up to cup the back of Nico's head, guiding him closer.

Nico smirked, but continued to giving John just a pecks, and ocassional kitten licks, that did nothing just made John's did wetter.

John's hand tightened in Nico's hair, his hips jerking slightly with each teasing touch. "Nico," he warned, his voice low and gruff.

Nico looked up at him, " Beg me for it" he whispered with a smirk.

John's eyes narrowed, his desire warring with his pride. "You're playing a dangerous game," he murmured, his voice a mix of warning and want.

" You are Dominant at work, but not here" Nico said, his voice filled with a challenge.

John's jaw clenched, his desire for Nico growing stronger with each passing second. He knew Nico was right, but the need to take control was overwhelming. "You want to push me, little one?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

Nico's face grew serious, his playfulness gone, " Am I making you uncomfortable? I will stop"

John's hand loosened in Nico's hair, his eyes searching. "No," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "I want it. I just need to... I need to be in control."

"I will give it to you then" Nico whispered, his eyes never leaving John's. " But don't shy away from praise" Nico leaned in, his hot breath teasing John's cock before he took it into his mouth, deep and slow, his tongue swirling around the head.

John's eyes rolled back in his head, his hips jerking involuntarily. "Oh, fuck," he moaned, his hands tightening in Nico's hair. Nico took him in deeper, his mouth a warm, wet cavern that John's cock slid into with ease.

John complied and started praising Nico, his voice strained with pleasure. "You're so good," he moaned, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. "So perfect, baby." " You are the best" Nico felt a thrill run through him at the words, his love for John growing with each passing moment.

Nico took him in deeper, his throat working to accommodate John's thickness. He knew John was close, could feel the tension in his thighs and the way his cock pulsed in his mouth. He sucked harder, his own cock throbbing with need as he watched John's face contort with pleasure.

John's hand tightened in Nico's hair, his hips thrusting slightly as he fought for control. "I'm gonna come," he warned, his voice a ragged whisper.

Nico's eyes flashed up to meet John's, the challenge clear. He swallowed around John's cock, his throat working to take him deeper. John's eyes rolled back in his head, his body tightening as he gave in to the pleasure. He felt the warmth of Nico's mouth around him, the suction and the gentle scrape of teeth as he came, his seed spilling into Nico's throat. Nico swallowed, his eyes never leaving John's, his own arousal evident in the way his cheeks flushed and his eyes gleamed with desire.

John's breath was ragged as he pulled away, his cock still hard despite his orgasm. "Fuck," he murmured, his voice filled with wonder. "You're... incredible."

" I heard that one" Nico laughed slowly standig up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "But it's true, I know how to take care of you." He said, looking up with a spark in his eyes.

John couldn't argue with that, his chest still heaving from the intensity of his climax. He pulled Nico into a tight embrace, feeling the warmth of their collars pressing against each other's skin. "You really do," he murmured, his voice still hoarse with desire.

" This was fun" Nico replied, " But I am sorry if I pushed you, I like little push and pull but I know, the ilusion of control is important to you" he said looking up at John.

John's gaze softened, his eyes searching Nico's. "You didn't push too far," he murmured, his voice filled with affection. "I just need to remember that we're equals here."

Nico's eyes searched John's, his expression earnest. "We are," he said, his voice firm.

John leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Nico's forehead. "You are not my sub Nico, that is why you can play with me like that, and why I need to remember my place here," he murmured, his voice filled with understanding.

Nico nodded, his arms wrapping around John's waist. "We're in this together," he said, his voice soft.

John took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "We are," he agreed, his voice filled with conviction. He pulled back, his gaze dropping to Nico's swollen lips. "And I'm going to make sure you're ready for whatever the day throws at you," he murmured, leaning in for another kiss.

The kiss grew deeper, their tongues dancing together in a silent promise of love and support. Nico's hands slid up John's chest, his own need for closeness overwhelming. John's hands roamed over Nico's body, his touch possessive and reassuring.

When they finally broke apart, John took a step back, his eyes still filled with a mix of desire and tenderness. "You need to get to work," he said, his voice a gentle reminder.

Nico nodded, his cheeks still flushed. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "Yeah, I know, more rape to prevent" he murmured, his voice still a little shaky. "But I'll see you tonight."

John's expression grew serious. "I'll be thinking of you," he said, his voice filled with concern. "And if you need anything, just call."

Nico nodded, his eyes searching John's. "I will," he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude. He took one last lingering look before turning to leave, his hand lingering on the doorknob.

John watched him go, his heart heavy with the weight of his promise to protect him. He knew the club could be a dangerous place, especially for someone in Nico's position. But he also knew that Nico was stronger than he looked, and that their bond was unbreakable.

He took a moment to gather himself, the scent of their love-making still lingering in the air. Then, with a sigh, he turned to the mirror and began to get ready for the day ahead.

When he arrivied to the club, John found it bustling with activity. The usual mix of clientele filled the dimly lit space, their conversations a low murmur that was punctuated by the occasional laugh or cry of pleasure. His eyes scanned the room, looking for any signs of trouble, but also for any new faces that might be in need of his unique brand of guidance.

As he made his way to the bar, he couldn't help but think about Nico. He knew the detective was out there, working tirelessly to keep the streets safe. It was a sobering thought, one that made him even more determined to ensure that within these walls, everyone found the release they needed without any real harm.

Fiona, the club's co-owner, caught his eye and nodded towards a new client waiting in the VIP lounge. She raised an eyebrow, silently asking if he was ready for the challenge. John took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and nodded back. He had to be. For Nico, for himself, and for the people who sought refuge here.

Walking into the VIP lounge, John felt the weight of his responsibilities settle back into place. The new client was a young woman, nervously fidgeting with the hem of her dress. She looked up as he approached, her eyes widening at the sight of his collar. "You must be Miss Amber," he said, extending his hand. "I'm John."

Her hand was cool and damp in his, but she managed a smile. "Nice to meet you," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the music.

John guided her to a quieter corner, his movements confident and assured. He knew that she was here for a reason, that she was seeking something she couldn't find in the vanilla world. He sat across from her, his eyes never leaving hers as he took in her nervousness. "What brings you to the club tonight, Miss Amber?" he asked, his voice a soothing balm to her jangling nerves.

Miss Amber took a deep breath, her eyes darting around the room before returning to John's. "I... I need to be controlled," she admitted, her voice shaking slightly. "I need someone to take away my choices for a while."

John's gaze softened, understanding and patience etched in his features. "And why is that, Miss Amber?" he prompted gently, his hand resting on her trembling knee.

Miss Amber's eyes searched his, looking for judgment or mockery, but finding only acceptance. "I... I have a lot of stress in my life," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Work, family... it's all just too much sometimes."

John nodded, his hand giving her knee a gentle squeeze. "I understand," he murmured. "And you think giving up control can help you find relief?"

Miss Amber swallowed hard, her eyes searching his. "I... I hope so," she whispered.

John leaned back in his chair, his hand still on her knee. "Tell me," he said, his voice low and steady. "What are your limits? What do you absolutely not want to experience tonight?"

Miss Amber took a moment to consider, her eyes searching his. "No pain," she said firmly. "I don't want to be hurt."

John nodded, his gaze never wavering. "Understood," he murmured. "We'll stick to psychological domination tonight. I'll guide you through it all, and if at any point you feel uncomfortable, you use your safe word, and we'll stop."

Miss Amber nodded, her eyes brimming with gratitude. "Thank you," she whispered.

John stood up, his hand sliding off her knee. "Follow me," he said, his voice a gentle command.

Miss Amber's heart raced as she followed John through the club, her eyes wide with anticipation. He led her to a private room, the walls padded and the lighting soft. The room was set up with a luxurious chair and a variety of toys laid out on a velvet-covered table. He closed the door behind them, and the outside world melted away, leaving only the two of them in the quiet sanctuary.

John turned to face her, his eyes assessing and calm. "Strip," he said, his voice a gentle command. Miss Amber complied, her hands shaking slightly as she removed her dress and undergarments. She stood before him, naked and exposed, her breath coming in quick pants. He stepped closer, his hand raising to trace the line of her jaw. "You're safe here," he murmured, his eyes holding hers. "I'm going to take away your choices, but I'll never hurt you."

Miss Amber nodded, her eyes glazed with desire and nerves. John could see the trust she was placing in him, and it only fueled his own need to ensure her experience was perfect. He led her to the chair, his hand guiding her to sit. He secured her wrists to the arms of the chair with soft leather cuffs, his touch firm but gentle. "Comfortable?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

Miss Amber nodded, her breathing shallow. John stepped back, his eyes roving over her body, his mind already racing with the countless ways he could push her boundaries without crossing the line. He picked up a feather, the lightest of the toys on the table. "Remember your safe word," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers.

Miss Amber nodded again, her voice a whisper. "Red."

John's eyes darkened with approval, and he stepped closer, the feather trailing down her neck and across her collarbone, making her shiver. "Good girl," he murmured, watching her closely for any signs of discomfort. He moved the feather down, across her chest, and over her stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. She gasped as it tickled her sensitive skin, her body responding to his every touch.

He continued his exploration, the feather dancing over her body as he whispered commands in her ear. "Spread your legs," he ordered, his voice a soft growl. Miss Amber complied, her breath hitching as he placed the feather against her inner thigh, moving it closer and closer to her core. "Tell me what you're feeling," he urged, his eyes boring into hers.

Miss Amber's voice was shaky as she spoke. "I... I feel... vulnerable," she admitted, her cheeks flushing.

John's gaze softened, his hand moving to her chest, feeling the rapid beat of her heart. "That's okay," he murmured. "Vulnerability is the foundation of true power." He traced the feather down her inner thigh, watching as her breathing grew more ragged. "Now, tell me what you want," he whispered, his voice a seductive demand.

Miss Amber's eyes searched his, her mind racing. "I... I want to be overwhelmed," she finally admitted, her voice shaking with need. "I want to feel everything."

John's smile grew, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Very well," he murmured, setting the feather aside. He reached for a silk blindfold, securing it gently over her eyes. "This will heighten your other senses," he explained, his voice a soft caress. "Every touch, every sound will be more intense."

Miss Amber nodded, her breathing growing more rapid as she felt the world slip away from her. John stepped back, his eyes taking in her bound form. He picked up a pair of velvet-covered handcuffs, attaching them to the chair's arms with a quiet click. "Now, Miss Amber," he said, his voice a gentle command. "You will not speak unless I give you permission. Nod if you understand."

Miss Amber nodded, her heart racing. The feeling of being completely at John's mercy was both terrifying and exhilarating. She felt a warm hand on her thigh, and then a finger, feather-light, traced along the edge of her pussy. She gasped, her body arching into the touch.

John's hand remained still, his eyes watching her reaction. "Good," he murmured, his voice a gentle praise. "Now, let's see how much you can take."

With that, he began to touch her in earnest, his fingers stroking and teasing her folds. Miss Amber's breath hitched in her throat, her body responding eagerly to his touch. He could feel her wetness growing, her need for release building with every passing second. His other hand played with her nipples, rolling and pinching them gently until they were hard peaks.

John leaned in, his mouth close to her ear. "You're doing so well," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "But we're just getting started."

Miss Amber's body was a symphony of sensations, each touch from John's skilled hands sending shivers of pleasure through her. She could feel herself getting wetter, her arousal building with every stroke. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, the anticipation of what was to come making her tremble with need.

John noticed her restraint and smiled, his hand moving away from her pussy. "You're doing so well," he whispered, his voice a gentle praise. "But I think it's time for you to let go."

Miss Amber nodded, her breathing shallow. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs, her body begging for more. John stepped back, reaching for a small vibrator from the table. He turned it on, the low hum filling the air. "Remember, Miss Amber," he murmured, his voice a soft command. "You're in control here. If you need me to stop, just say your safe word."

He placed the vibrator against her clit, and Miss Amber's body jerked, the sudden sensation overwhelming. John began to move it in slow, deliberate circles, watching her reactions closely. She moaned softly, her body straining against the cuffs. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "That's it," he murmured. "Let go, Miss Amber."

Her moans grew louder, her body moving with the rhythm of the vibrator. John felt a thrill of power, knowing that he was the one giving her this pleasure, the one in control. He increased the speed, her moans turning into whimpers. "Do you want more?" he asked, his voice a seductive whisper.

Miss Amber nodded frantically, the wordless plea music to his ears. He complied, pressing the vibrator harder against her clit. Her breath hitched, and she let out a low keening sound that sent a jolt of desire straight to John's cock. He knew she was close, her body tightening, her thighs trembling.

So he stopped and withdraw the vibrator from her, she let out a whine of protest. "Why did you stop?" she asked, her voice breathless.

John leaned down, his mouth close to her ear. "You are not allowed to talk," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper.

Miss Amber nodded, her breathing shallow. John watched her for a moment, enjoying the sight of her bound and blindfolded before him. He knew that this was what she needed, this total surrender to his will. He picked up the vibrator again, the low buzzing sound sending a shiver down her spine.

John began to tease her once more, the vibrator's touch light and feathery, driving her mad with desire. He watched her reactions, the way her body moved with each pulse of pleasure, the way her breath caught in her throat. He knew exactly when she was on the edge, and just as she was about to come, he pulled it away again.

Miss Amber whined, her body arching in protest. John's voice was firm, but laced with amusement. "Patience, Miss Amber," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "We're not quite there yet."

He set the vibrator aside, his hand moving to her chest. He pinched her nipples again, watching as her breathing grew more ragged. She squirmed in the chair, the leather cuffs creaking slightly with her movements. He leaned down, his mouth replacing his hand, sucking and biting at her sensitive flesh. Miss Amber gasped, her body responding to the dual sensations of pain and pleasure.

John's hand slid down her stomach, his fingers slipping through her wet folds. He found her clit, his thumb pressing down gently. Miss Amber's hips bucked, her body begging for release.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice filled with approval. "You're so responsive."

Miss Amber's chest heaved, her body on fire with need. She felt a finger slip inside her, and she moaned, her legs squeezing together around John's hand. He chuckled, his grip tightening on her hip. "So eager," he whispered, his voice a warm caress. "But not yet."

He removed his finger, and she whimpered, feeling empty without his touch. He picked up the vibrator again, the buzzing sound sending a shiver down her spine. He placed it against her clit, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through her. Her body tensed, her muscles tightening as she approached the edge once more.

John watched her, his own arousal evident in his strained expression. He knew exactly how to push her, how to keep her hovering just on the brink of climax without letting her fall over. His thumb circled her clit, the vibrator's rhythm increasing as he felt her body begin to shake.

Miss Amber's moans grew louder, her head thrown back in abandon. She was lost in the sensation, her mind a haze of pleasure and need. John's hand moved faster, the vibrator's buzz a constant reminder of his control. He leaned in, his teeth grazing her neck as he whispered, "You're so close, aren't you?"

Miss Amber nodded frantically, her body tightening with every pulse of the vibrator. John could feel her orgasm building, her muscles clenching around his fingers. He knew he had her exactly where he wanted her.

He stopped for the last time, deciding to bring her to climax oraly, watching her body spasm as he worked her clit with his tongue, the vibrator resting beside them, forgotten in the intensity of the moment. Miss Amber's breathing grew erratic, her moans turning into cries of pleasure. She was so close, her body trembling with the effort of holding back.

John's teeth grazed her inner thigh, and she bucked against his mouth. He chuckled, the vibration of his laughter sending waves of pleasure through her. "Do you want to come?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

Miss Amber nodded, unable to form words. Her entire being was focused on the sensation of his mouth on her, the gentle scrape of his teeth, the flick of his tongue. John took mercy on her, his mouth closing around her clit as he sucked and licked, his tongue working her in a rhythm that sent her spiraling over the edge.

The orgasm hit her like a wave, crashing over her and leaving her gasping for breath. Her body convulsed, her muscles tightening and releasing in a symphony of pleasure. John held her through it, his hands firm on her hips, his mouth never leaving her sensitive flesh. He lapped at her, savoring her taste, her moans of pleasure music to his ears.

Miss Amber's breathing slowed, her body going limp in the chair. John sat back, his own arousal evident in his flushed cheeks and heavy breathing. He removed the blindfold, his eyes meeting hers. They were glazed with satisfaction, her pupils wide with the aftermath of her climax. He leaned in, his mouth capturing hers in a gentle kiss, letting her to taste herself on his lips.

"Thank you, Miss Amber," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. "You did wonderfully."

Miss Amber's cheeks were flushed, her body still trembling from the intense orgasm. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of awe and vulnerability. "John," she breathed, her voice still shaky. "That was... incredible."

John smiled, his hand gentle as he unbuckled the cuffs from her wrists. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, his voice soft. He helped her to stand, her legs wobbly from the aftershocks of pleasure. He wrapped her in a warm embrace, feeling her heartbeat slow against his chest.

Miss Amber leaned into him, her eyes closed. "I never knew it could be like that," she murmured. "So intense."

John held her close, his hand stroking her hair. "That's the beauty of this lifestyle," he said, his voice a low rumble in her ear. "When done with respect and consent, it can be incredibly fulfilling."

Miss Amber nodded, her body still humming with pleasure. She looked up at him, her eyes searching. "How do you know so much about this?" she asked, her voice curious.

John's smile was gentle. "I've had a lot of experience," he said, his arms still around her. "And I've had some amazing teachers."

Miss Amber looked up at him, her eyes searching his" Thank you"she said.

John nodded, his gaze soft. "You're welcome," he murmured. "Now, let's get you dressed." He helped her put her clothes back on, his movements tender and precise. Once she was fully dressed, he took her hand, leading her out of the playroom and back into the bustling club.

The scene had changed since they had entered the playroom, the energy now a mix of excitement and anticipation as people mingled and discussed the evening's events. Nico was nowhere to be seen, which was a relief to John. He didn't want any more interruptions in their session.

As they walked back to the main area, Miss Amber leaned into John, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her intense climax. "I can't believe that just happened," she whispered, her eyes wide with wonder.

John chuckled, his arm around her waist. "It's the beauty of the club," he said, his voice warm. "A place where you can explore your deepest desires without judgment."

Miss Amber nodded, still trying to catch her breath. "I never knew I had desires like this," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

John squeezed her waist reassuringly. "That's what makes it so special," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "We all have them, but it takes courage to explore them."

Miss Amber looked up at him, her eyes shining. "Thank you for helping me find that courage," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.

John's smile grew, his hand squeezing hers. "You're welcome," he murmured. "But remember, the journey is just beginning. There's so much more to discover."

Miss Amber nodded, her cheeks still flushed. "I'm looking forward to it," she said, her voice filled with excitement. "But first, I need a drink. I'm feeling a bit... overwhelmed."

John chuckled, leading her to the bar. He ordered her a glass of water and a shot of whiskey for her, then shook her hand and left.

Miss Amber took a deep breath, sipping the water gratefully. She felt like she had just run a marathon, her body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. She took a moment to compose herself before taking the shot, feeling the warmth spread through her chest and down to her toes.

" John" Sir Dominic yelled, aproaching John.

John turned to face him, his expression neutral. "Yes, Sir?"

Sir Dominic's eyes twinkled with mischief. "I see you've been busy," he said, his gaze flicking towards the playroom. "How was your session with Miss Amber?"

John couldn't help the smug smile that tugged at his lips. "Very... enlightening," he replied, his voice low and filled with satisfaction.

Sir Dominic chuckled, his eyes gleaming. "I'm sure it was," he said, his gaze lingering on John's face. "l need you to provide an aftercare in the Room 508"

John nodded, his expression turning professional. "Of course, Sir," he said, his voice deferential. He knew the importance of aftercare, especially for those who had experienced intense scenes. " What happend?"

Sir Dominic's smile faded, his tone serious. "Nothing bad, it was pretty standard humilitation and degradation scene, the submissive just asked for different Dom to take care of them."

John nodded, understanding the need for a fresh set of eyes and energy. "I'll be there right away," he said, turning to leave.

As he approached Room 508, he could hear the faint sound of sobbing. He took a deep breath, pushing open the door to reveal a starkly different scene from the one he had just left. The room was dimly lit, the smell of leather and sweat mingling with the faint scent of fear. On the bed lay a young man, his body bruised and trembling, his eyes red from crying.

John walked in, his demeanor shifting from the dominant he had been just moments ago to the caring, compassionate man he was outside the playroom. He moved to the bedside, his eyes gentle as he assessed the submissive's state. "Hey," he said softly, his voice a soothing balm to the man's raw nerves. "It's okay. You're safe now."

The submissive, whose name was Marcus, looked up at him, his eyes wide with relief. He was bound at the wrists and ankles, his body a canvas of red marks and bruises. John's heart clenched at the sight, but he knew that this was a part of the scene, a part of what Marcus had consented to. His job was to bring him back down from the intense high of the experience, to help him process and recover.

John began by untying the ropes, his movements slow and deliberate. He didn't want to startle Marcus, or make him feel any more vulnerable than he already was. As the last knot was loosened, Marcus let out a shaky sigh, his body going slack with relief. John helped him into a sitting position, wrapping a soft blanket around his shoulders. "Can you tell me your safeword?" he asked gently.

Marcus's voice was hoarse from his earlier cries. "I don't want to play anymore, with anyone" he whispered.

John's expression softened. "That's okay," he assured him. "You don't have to. We're going to take care of you now."

" There is more of you here?" Marcus asked scared, his eyes scaning the room.

John shooked his head, his tone calm and reassuring " I apologize I misspoke I meant that I will take care of you, it is only me," he said, his hand resting on Marcus's shoulder. "What happened?"

Marcus took a deep, shuddering breath, his eyes filling with tears. "It was...I didn't like it," he choked out, his voice trembling. "I didn't think it would be like this. But I didn't want to offend the Dom who planned the scene already, he looked very excited."

John's eyes searched Marcus's, his own expression a mix of concern and anger. "It's okay," he said firmly. "You never have to endure anything that makes you uncomfortable. Safewords are there for a reason. Did you use yours?"

Marcus shook his head, his lip trembling. "No," he whispered. "I didn't want to offend him, or make sad."

John's jaw clenched, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. "Marcus," he said firmly, "you are the one in control here. If you're not enjoying something, you have the right to stop it. It's not about making anyone happy except for you."

Marcus looked up at him, his eyes wide and searching. "But I'm supposed to be the submissive," he whispered. "I'm supposed to do what I'm told."

John's voice was firm but gentle. "And you did," he said. "But when it crosses your boundaries, when it goes beyond what you've agreed to, you have the power to say no. That's what the safeword is for."

Marcus nodded, his eyes filling with tears. "I just wanted to experience something new," he said, his voice shaky. "But it was too much and I didn't want to be rude."

John's heart ached for the young man. He knew all too well the pressure of wanting to please, of pushing oneself beyond limits. He pulled Marcus into a gentle embrace, his arms strong and comforting. "You're not rude," he murmured, his voice soothing. "You're brave for speaking up. That's what's important."

" Will your coworker be mad?" Marcus asked, his voice muffled against John's chest.

John squeezed him reassuringly. "They'll understand," he said firmly. "And if they don't, then they're not the kind of person you should be playing with. Safety and consent are non-negotiable in this community."

Marcus nodded, his body relaxing slightly in John's embrace. John knew that the aftercare was as crucial as the scene itself. He had to help Marcus process what had happened, to ensure he didn't walk away from the club feeling violated or misunderstood.

He gently guided Marcus to a chair, where he sat down and pulled the young man onto his lap, cradling him like a child. Marcus leaned into him, his body shaking with residual sobs. John rubbed his back in slow circles, whispering words of comfort and reassurance. "It's okay," he murmured. "You're safe now."

The sound of the door opening made them both jump, but it was only a club attendant with a tray of water and snacks. John nodded in thanks, taking the tray and setting it aside. He didn't want any interruptions while he focused on Marcus.

"Here," he said, offering Marcus a bottle of water. "Drink this."

Marcus took the bottle with a trembling hand, his eyes never leaving John's face. He took a sip, the cool water easing the dryness in his throat.

John waited patiently, giving Marcus the space he needed to collect himself. When the sobs had subsided to hiccups, he offered him a protein bar. "You need to eat something," he said gently. "It'll help your body recover from the endorphins."

Marcus took the bar with a nod, his eyes downcast as he nibbled at the corner. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice still shaky.

John watched him, his heart heavy with the weight of the situation. He knew that the submissive's trust had been compromised, and it was his job to help him rebuild it. "You're welcome," he said softly. "Now, let's talk about what happened. What did you like about the scene?"

Marcus took a deep breath, his eyes focusing on John's. "I liked the idea of it," he said, his voice still shaky. "But when it started, it was just too much. I felt... I don't know, like I was being used, like I didn't matter."

John's expression grew stern, his eyes darkening. "You always matter," he said firmly. "And what happened was not okay. You should never feel used or unimportant in a scene."

Marcus nodded, taking another bite of the protein bar. "I know," he murmured. "But I just wanted to be good, to do what I was told."

John's grip on Marcus tightened slightly. "You are good," he said, his voice firm. "And your feelings are important. We're going to work together to make sure you never feel like that again."

Marcus took another deep breath, his body still shaking. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

John's voice was firm yet gentle. "You have nothing to apologize for," he said. "We all have our limits, and it's okay to reach them. It's part of the learning process."

Marcus nodded, his eyes filling with gratitude. "Thank you," he whispered.

John held him for a few more moments before gently pushing him to arm's length. "Let's get you cleaned up," he said, his voice firm yet kind. He led Marcus to the shower, the water a gentle cascade that washed away the sweat and tears. John's hands were careful as he washed the young man, taking care not to cause any additional pain. Marcus leaned into the touch, his body slowly uncoiling from the tension of the evening.

Once clean, John helped Marcus dress, the fabric of the club's robe whispering against his skin as he slipped it on. The young man looked up at him, his eyes still red but with a hint of the spark. "Thank you," he said, his voice stronger now.

John nodded, his hand on Marcus's shoulder. "You're welcome," he said. "But remember, if you ever feel uncomfortable or unsafe, you have the right to use your safeword. It's there for you, not for anyone else's pride."

Marcus nodded, his eyes downcast. "I know," he murmured. "But I don't want to disappoint anyone."

John's grip on his shoulder tightened slightly. "You won't disappoint me, or anyone here, by taking care of yourself," he said firmly. "We're all here to support each other."

Marcus nodded, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I know," he whispered. "Thank you for reminding me."

John squeezed his shoulder gently. "You're not just anyone, Marcus," he said. "You're a valued member of this community. Your well-being is important to all of us."

Marcus nodded, his eyes searching John's. "What about the Dom who did the scene with me?" he asked, his voice hesitant. "Will he be in trouble?"

John's expression grew serious. "That depends on whether you wish to report it," he said. "If you felt that your boundaries were violated, we take that very seriously here."

Marcus chewed his bottom lip, his eyes searching John's. "No, he did nothing wrong," he murmured. "I just want to go home."

John nodded, understanding the desire to retreat and heal in private. "Alright," he said, his voice gentle. "Let's get you home, then."

He helped Marcus to his feet, the young man's legs still wobbly from the intense experience. Together, they walked out of the club, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heated environment they'd just left behind.

John escorted him to the car, shaking his hand and ensuring that Marcus is okay, before heading back inside.

The club was in full swing when John returned, the pulse of the music beating like a heart through the walls. He made his way to the office, his mind still reeling from the aftercare he had just provided. He knew that scenes could be intense, but seeing Marcus in such distress made him sad.

He slumbed in his chair, in half an hour he cluld go home, all he needed to do was finish the paperwork. He took a deep breath and tried to push the sadness away, focusing on the mundane task at hand. But his thoughts kept drifting back to Marcus, to the fear and confusion in his eyes. He knew that not all scenes ended like this, but it was a harsh reminder of the potential for harm in their lifestyle.

As he finished the last page, his phone buzzed with a message from Nico, -can you call me?-

John's heart skipped a beat. He knew that, something was wrong. He quickly stood up, ignoring the protest of his tired muscles. -Yes, of course - he replied, and dialed Nico's number.

Nico's voice was shaky when he picked up. " Hey, so uhm... nothing bad happend...well maybe... but not like serious, I mean... I am okay .. it is kinda funny...but not funny... I am not hurt...like... you know... so I need pants... and yeah... but not like..." Nico was rambling.

John's heart was racing, "What happened?" he asked, trying to keep his voice calm.

"I... I had an accident," Nico said, his voice still shaking. "Let's put it that way... I mean not like hurt... but like... yeah you know..." Nico's voice trailed off, and John could feel the tension in his own body increasing.

John's brow furrowed in concern. "What kind of accident?" he asked, his voice tight.

Nico took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "I...uh, I ," he trailed off. " I am in the ' Ritual Chamber' the BDSM club in the bathroom right now and I need pants so it would be cool if you came, but if you cannot that is fine."

John's mind raced with scenarios, but he kept his voice calm. "Okay, I'm on my way," he said, his concern palpable. "What happened?"

Nico's sigh of relief was audible. "I'll tell you when you get here," he said, his voice still shaky. "But it's not a big deal."

John ended the call, his mind racing. An accident in the Ritual Chamber? It had to be serious if Nico was asking for his help. He knew he had to get there as soon as possible. He gathered his things and headed for the door, his heart heavy with worry.

The drive to the club was agonizingly slow, each red light feeling like an eternity. When he finally arrived, he rushed through the club, ignoring the curious glances from the patrons. The Ritual Chamber was located in the back, a place reserved for the most intense and private scenes.

John pushed the door open, his eyes scanning the dimly lit room for any signs of trouble. He found Nico in the bathroom, locked in the cabines.

"Nico?" he called out, his voice echoing off the tiles.

"Yeah, I'm in here," Nico called back, his voice a mix of embarrassment and relief.

John found him in the last stall. "What happened?" he asked, his voice gentle but firm.

"You got the pants?" Nico's voice was muffled from behind the stall door.

John's brow furrowed, but he nodded. "Yes, I have them," he said, holding out the folded garment.

Nico opened the stall door, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He took the pants with a grateful smile, quickly pulling them on. "Thank you," he murmured, his eyes downcast.

John's gaze searched Nico's face, looking for any signs of injury or distress. "What happened?" he asked again, his voice gentle but insistent.

Nico took a deep breath, his cheeks flushing even deeper. "It was just... a misunderstanding," he mumbled, avoiding John's eyes. "It is really dumb and embarrassing."

John's expression softened, understanding dawning on him. "A wardrobe malfunction?" he asked, trying to lighten the mood.

Nico chuckled, his eyes meeting John's for a brief moment before looking away again. " I wish," he said, his voice a bit sheepish. "More like PTSD flashback."

John's expression grew serious. "What do you mean?"

Nico took a deep breath, his eyes avoiding John's gaze. "I... I had a flashback," he admitted. "I was talking to this one Dominant and he kinda reminded me of one of the men I got raped by when I started this job and the Dom smells like star anise which he also smelled like and I got this stupid and useless defense mechanism where I just start peeing so that"

John's heart sank as he took in Nico's words, understanding the gravity of the situation. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to cup Nico's cheek. "Hey," he said softly, "Look at me."

Nico's eyes met John's, and he could see the fear and embarrassment swirling in their depths. "It's okay," John said, his voice soothing. "You're safe now."

Nico nodded, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I know," he whispered. "It's just...it's stupid, I am okay, more just embarresst"

John's thumb gently wiped away the tear that had escaped. "It's not stupid," he said firmly. "And you have nothing to be embarrassed about. You're safe now, and that's what matters."

Nico took a deep, shuddering breath, nodding slowly. "Thank you," he murmured. "I just... I didn't know what to do."

John pulled him into a tight embrace, his arms strong and reassuring. "You did the right thing," he said. "You called for help, and I'm here."

Nico leaned into John's chest, his breath hitching as he tried to control his emotions. He knew that John was right, but the feeling of vulnerability was overwhelming. He had never talked about his past with anyone except Danny, and now it felt like everyone would know.

John held him tightly, his heart aching for the pain Nico had endured. "Let's get out of here," he murmured, his voice low and comforting. "We'll talk about it in the car."

Nico nodded, his eyes still glued to the floor. John wrapped an arm around his waist, guiding him out of the bathroom, the smell of star anise hit John like a slap now that he knew it was there.

Nico stopped imedietaly, slowly slumping down to the floor, his legs unable to hold him anymore. John's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly followed, sitting beside Nico and wrapping his arms around him. "It's okay," he whispered, his voice a gentle rumble in the quiet room. "You're safe now."

Nico's body trembled as he leaned into John's embrace, his face buried in his shoulder. The sound of his own breathing was loud in his ears, and the smell of star anise lingered, a cruel reminder of his past trauma. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice muffled by John's shirt.

John already felt the wetness of Nico's piss on him, but he didn't care. "Don't be sorry," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to Nico's shattered nerves. "You're not weak for having a reaction to something that triggers you. It's normal."

Nico took a shaky breath, his eyes squeezed shut. His breathing breathless and eratic, his chest tight with anxiety. "It just...it just happened," he managed to say, his voice a tremor. "I am sorry"

John tightened his embrace, his hand carding through Nico's hair. "It's not your fault," he assured him. "And you're not alone."

Nico's breathing was coming in short gasps, his body moving like he was getting fucked right now, his body just remembering it. "S...Stop please" he whispered, his voice barely audible over the thumping bass of the music outside the chamber.

John's eyes searched Nico's face, the pain in them like a knife to his heart. "I'm here," he said, his voice a gentle promise. "You're safe."

"Tell him, tell him to stop" Nico's voice was barely a whisper, his body moving against John's firm hold.

John's heart raced as he realized the depth of Nico's distress. "Who do you want me to tell?" he asked, his voice tight with concern.

Nico's eyes snapped to John's, his breathing still ragged his body still moving. "The...the, please Johny, they are raping me tell them to stop," he whispered.

John's eyes widened in horror, his arms tightening around Nico. "Nico, baby, it's just us here," he said, his voice as gentle as he could manage. "You're safe. No one's hurting you."

Nico's tremors didn't cease, his eyes flicking around the room in panic. "They're here," he whispered, his voice high with fear. "They're here and they won't stop. They are mad cause I am a cop"

John's stomach turned, realizing that Nico was in the grip of a full-blown PTSD episode. He gently rocked him, whispering reassurances. "You're safe now, baby," he murmured. "You're with me, no one's going to hurt you."

Nico's eyes searched John's face, desperation etched into every line. "They know," he gasped. "They know who I am. Danny, we need to find him as well."

John's heart was racing, his mind reeling from the sudden shift in Nico's reality. "Nico," he said firmly, "it's just us. No one's going to hurt you. You're safe. Danny's okay, he's not here."

"The people in the truck, so many, we need to..." Nico's words trailed off as he clutched at John's shirt, his eyes squeezed shut.

John's heart was racing, his mind racing faster. He knew that he had to bring Nico back to reality before the panic took over completely. "Nico, baby," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "Look at me. Look at where we are."

"Please I need them to stop fucking in me, it hurts and the people,..." Nico's words were lost in a whimper, his body convulsing in John's arms.

" Please, I am sorry, I really am, stop, please tell them to stop" Nico begged, his voice desperate and lost.

John decided to play along and pretend to be in Nico's reality, hoping it would help him to come back to the present. "Okay, baby," he whispered. "I'll tell them to stop. You're safe with me."

Nico's grip on John's shirt tightened, his nails digging into the fabric. " Stop," he murmured, his voice a breathless sigh his body still moving.

John's heart was in his throat as he watched Nico, his mind racing to find a way to bring him back to reality. He started shouting at the air in front of them, hoping the sound of his voice would cut through the fog of Nico's traumatic memories. "You heard him!" he yelled. "Leave him alone!"

Nico's trembling eased slightly, his eyes fluttering open to meet John's intense gaze. "There is so many of them, and all are mad" he murmured, his voice small and scared.

John felt a fierce protectiveness surge through him, his voice taking on a commanding tone. "They can't hurt you now," he said firmly, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "You're with me, and I won't let anyone hurt you. It is not real"

Nico's eyes searched John's, the desperation slowly fading as the words sank in. "John," he whispered, his voice shaky. "John, it's you."

John's grip on Nico tightened, his heart pounding in his chest. "It's just me," he said, his voice steady. "You're safe. We're in the Ritual Chamber, remember?"

Nico's eyes focused on John's, the panic slowly draining from them. He took a deep, shuddering breath, his body still trembling. "Yes," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "We're in the club. And I pissed all over you because of star anise"

John's heart broke for the pain and embarrassment etched on Nico's face. He gently stroked Nico's cheek, his eyes filled with love and reassurance. "It's okay," he said. " You are safe, it is over"

Nico's eyes searched John's, looking for truth in his words. He nodded slowly, his breathing evening out as he leaned into John's touch. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice still shaky." God I am sorry, this didn't happen in ages, I thought I was over it"

John's eyes searched Nico's, his heart aching for the pain he saw in them. "You don't have to be sorry," he said firmly. "You're not weak, you're strong for surviving. And you're stronger for asking for help."

Nico took another deep breath, his body slowly calming in John's embrace. He leaned his forehead against John's, his eyes closing. "Thank you," he murmured. "For being here. But we should go because there is still star anise and I don't think either of us wants a second round"

John nodded, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "Let's get out of here," he said, his voice gentle. He helped Nico to his feet, supporting him as they made their way out and through the Ritual Chamber. The smell of star anise was faint but present, a lingering reminder of the trauma that had just unfolded.

The club's patrons had noticed their exit, and whispers began to circulate. However, John's firm grip on Nico and the authority in his stride silenced any questions that might have been on their lips. They made it to the car, and John helped Nico into the passenger seat before getting behind the wheel.

The drive to Nico's apartment was silent, save for the occasional tremble that passed through Nico's body. John's mind was racing with thoughts of how to help him, how to be there for him. He knew that this was a side of Nico that he had never seen before, a side that was raw and vulnerable in complete different way.

Once they arrived, John helped Nico inside, his movements gentle and careful. The apartment was dark, the only light coming from the street lamps outside. Nico shuffled to the couch, his legs giving out beneath him. John sat down beside him, his arm wrapping around the detective's shoulders.

"Do you want to talk about it?" John asked, his voice low and soothing.

Nico leaned into John's embrace, his body still shaking slightly. "Not really," he murmured, his eyes closed. "I'm okay."

John knew Nico wasn't okay, but he also knew that pushing him to talk before he was ready could be detrimental. So, he remained silent, his arm a warm and steady presence around Nico's shoulders. He let the detective take the lead, his own mind racing with the desire to make everything right for him.

After a few minutes, Nico's trembling began to subside. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, looking up at John with a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. "I'm sorry," he whispered again.

John leaned down and kissed him gently. "You have nothing to be sorry for," he said firmly. "It's not your fault."

Nico nodded, his eyes searching John's. "I know," he murmured. "But I never wanted you to see me like that."

John's grip on him tightened, his thumb brushing over the detective's collarbone. "You don't have to hide from me," he said softly. "I'm here for all of you, Nico."

Nico took a deep, shaky breath, his eyes searching John's for reassurance, " All of me? Even when I am pissing on you and getting fucked by an air?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

John's eyes never wavered, his voice strong and steady. "All of you," he affirmed. "And especially when you're hurting."

Nico swallowed hard, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "I don't know what I would do without you."

John's heart clenched at the raw vulnerability in Nico's voice. "You'll never have to find out," he said, his voice gruff with emotion. "I'm not going anywhere."

Nico leaned into John's embrace, his body finally starting to relax. "I was thinking about changing position" he said, his voice small.

John's heart clenched at the memory of the panic in Nico's voice, the pain in his eyes. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to," he said, his voice firm. "We'll take it slow."

John slowly got up, his body protesting after the intense scene. He offered Nico a hand, Nico looked up at him and laughed.

" I meant my work position, you big man" Nico said with a weak smile, trying to lighten the mood.

John's eyes searched Nico's, looking for any hint of a lie. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice still filled with concern.

Nico nodded, his smile slightly more genuine this time. "Yeah," he said, taking John's hand. "I just...I need a change. Besides I think both was will be calmer when my biggest danger of the day will be if the internet will work"

John's face softened, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I understand," he said, his voice gentle. "And I'll support you, no matter what you decide."

Nico took a deep breath, standing up with John's help. "Thank you," he murmured, his eyes searching John's. "And I will have no bruises, I don't think I remember how I looked without them"

John's smile was gentle, his eyes filled with understanding. " That sounds amazing," he said. "And we'll figure that out together." He led Nico to the bathroom, starting the shower to let the water warm up. "Why don't you sit down," he suggested, guiding him to the edge of the tub. "I'll get you some clean clothes."

Nico nodded, his legs feeling like jelly as he sat down. The sound of the water was soothing, and he leaned his head against the cool tiles of the wall. The bathroom was filled with the scent of John's aftershave, and he took a deep breath, letting it ground him.

John returned with a towel and a fresh set of clothes, laying them on the counter. He knelt in front of Nico, taking his face in his hands. "You're okay," he murmured, his eyes searching Nico's. "You're safe."

Nico nodded, his eyes meeting John's. "I know," he said, his voice a little stronger now. "Thank you for... everything."

John's thumbs brushed over Nico's cheekbones, wiping away the stray tears. "You don't have to thank me," he said, his voice gruff. "You're mine to protect."

Nico's smile grew slightly, his eyes searching John's. "I know," he murmured. "But it means a lot to me that you care."

John leaned in and kissed Nico gently, his arms still around him. "Always," he said, his voice filled with warmth and love. "Now, let's get you cleaned up."

Nico nodded, his eyes never leaving John's. He took the towel and clothes, his hands shaking slightly as he stood up. John helped him into the shower, the warm water cascading over them both as they stepped in. The steam filled the bathroom, creating a cocoon of warmth that seemed to ease some of Nico's tension.

John's hands were gentle as he helped Nico clean off the sweat and scent of fear, his touch soothing and calming. Nico leaned into him, letting the water wash away the last vestiges of his nightmare. The warmth of John's body against his own was a reassurance that he was safe, that he wasn't alone.

As they stood there, the water running down their bodies, John whispered sweet nothings into Nico's ear, his voice a soothing balm to the detective's frazzled nerves. Nico's breathing evened out, the tremors in his body subsiding under the gentle ministrations of John's hands. He felt the warmth of the water and John's love wrapping around him like a blanket, shielding him from the coldness of the world outside.

John took his time, making sure Nico was truly okay before they moved on. His hands lingered on Nico's skin, tracing patterns that were as much about comfort as they were about cleanliness. Nico leaned into him, letting the warmth of John's body seep into his own, reassuring him that he wasn't alone.

When the water began to cool, John turned off the shower and helped Nico out, wrapping the towel around him with gentle care. He handed him the clean clothes, watching as Nico took a deep breath and started to dress. The act was mechanical, a way to regain some semblance of control over his body.

"Would you like some tea?" John offered, his voice soft.

Nico nodded, his eyes still a little glassy. "That would be nice," he murmured, his voice a whisper.

John took the towel and clothes from Nico's trembling hands, giving him a gentle push towards the bed. "Rest," he said firmly. "I'll grab us some tea and we'll sit and talk."

Nico nodded, his legs giving out as he sank onto the mattress. He watched John leave the room, the door clicking shut behind him. The apartment was quiet, the only sound the steady beat of his own heart. He took a deep breath, the reality of what had just happened crashing over him in waves.

John returned with two steaming mugs of tea, the scent of chamomile and mint filling the air. He handed one to Nico, his eyes filled with concern. "Here," he said gently. "This might help you relax."

Nico took the mug with a shaky hand, the warmth of the ceramic a comforting weight in his palm. He took a sip, the sweetness of the mint mingling with the calming notes of chamomile. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice still hoarse from the screams he had been holding back.

" What would you do at the new position?" John asked, sitting down beside Nico on the bed, his own mug of tea cradled in his hands. His eyes searched the detective's, looking for any signs of the panic that had gripped him earlier.

Nico took a sip of his tea, the warm liquid soothing his throat. " I know I don't want to be on the front lines anymore. " he admitted. "Most likely face recognitions. I would watch and analyze porn to see if the people in the video are the ones who are being traficked or if anything seems off. I would sit at the desk most of the time"

John nodded, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "That sounds like it would be less... intense," he said, choosing his words carefully.

Nico managed a small laugh, his eyes meeting John's. "Yeah," he said, his voice a little stronger. "Less intense, but still important. I would be still helping but without the interactions, besides interrogations but they are in our controlled enviroment"

John took a sip of his tea, his eyes never leaving Nico's. "It's a good choice," he said, his voice filled with support. "You're making the right decision for yourself."

Nico nodded, his eyes dropping to the collar around his neck. "I just... I don't want to be that person anymore," he murmured. "The one who has to face those things every day."

John set his mug aside, reaching out to stroke Nico's hair. "You're not weak for wanting to take care of yourself," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "You're strong for recognizing what you need. But do you think that watching porn is better? You still be seeing potentional rape."

Nico leaned into John's touch, his eyes closing. "It's not the same," he murmured. "I'll be looking for clues, for signs of trouble. It's... different than being out there, facing it head-on."

John nodded, his hand still in Nico's hair. "But you'll still be making a difference," he said. "And that's what matters."

Nico opened his eyes, looking up at John with a small smile. "Thank you," he murmured. "For understanding."

John leaned down and kissed him softly. "Always," he said. "Now, let's get some rest."

They curled up together on the bed, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. Nico's head rested on John's chest, his ear tuned to the steady beat of John's heart. The warmth and rhythm of it lulled him into a peaceful sleep, the events of the night fading into the background as he allowed himself to be cared for.

John had to admit that he was glad Nico decided to change his job position. It meant less danger for him, and that was something John could live with. He knew Nico was strong and capable, but he also knew the toll it took on him. As they laid in bed, John could feel the tension slowly draining from Nico's body, his breathing evening out as he drifted off to sleep.

John watched Nico sleep, his chest rising and falling steadily. He knew that even in his rest, the detective's mind was likely still racing with the horrors of his job. He felt a profound sense of protectiveness, a desire to shield Nico from the pain that he saw in his eyes every time he talked about his work. He knew that he couldn't change what Nico had seen, but he could offer him a safe space, a place where he could be himself without judgment or fear.

He leaned down and kissed Nico's forehead gently, feeling the warmth of his skin. "You're safe," he murmured again, the words a mantra that he hoped would sink into Nico's subconscious. He pulled the blanket up higher, tucking it around him with care.

The sun was beginning to rise outside, casting a soft glow into the room. John knew that he needed to get ready for his day, but he couldn't bring himself to leave Nico's side just yet. He stared at the ceiling, his mind racing with thoughts of the future, of how they would navigate their life.

He knew that Nico's job was important, but the fear of losing him was a constant ache in his chest. The club was his domain, a place where he could control the environment and keep Nico safe. But out there, in the real world, the dangers were unpredictable and the stakes were so much higher.

John took a deep breath, his mind racing with a mix of love and anxiety. He knew that he had to trust Nico, had to believe that he could handle whatever came his way. But it was hard when all he wanted to do was wrap him up and keep him from harm.

But with his new position, John could see a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, their life together could become a little less fraught with danger. Nico's safety was paramount, and if that meant John had to be more vigilant outside of the club, so be it. He knew that Nico's job was essential, that he was making a difference in the world. And if John could do anything to support him, he would.

Few months after Nico started in his new position, John noticed a significant change in him. The dark circles under his eyes had lightened, and the lines of stress had softened around his mouth. He still talked about his cases, but there was less urgency, less of the weight that had once been so heavy on his shoulders.

Nico was more relaxed, more present in their relationship than he had been in months. The change was palpable, and it filled John with a warmth that spread through him like a fine whiskey on a cold night.

They bought apartment together, a small but cozy place that quickly filled with the scent of their shared life - a blend of Nico's mint aroma and John's leather cleaning solution. Their days became a dance of routine, punctuated by moments of passion and support. John took on more responsibilities at the club, eager to prove himself and provide for their new life together. He found comfort in the familiar rhythm of the club, the whispers of leather and the clink of chains, the soft moans of pleasure and the cries of pain. It was a place where he could be both a master and a lover, a place where he could control everything, especially the safety of the subs that came to him for refuge.

Nico missed the chase sometimes, but he would lie if he said that he didn't enjoy the change in pace. The cases he worked on now were no less intense, but they were less personal. He was behind a desk, analyzing data, and not out on the streets facing danger every day. He had time to breathe, time to come home to John and let the darkness of his work melt away beneath the warmth of their shared touch.

John could see the change in Nico, and it filled him with a sense of relief. The heaviness he used to carry had lessened, and the smiles came more easily. But he knew that Nico's job was still a part of him, a shadow that lurked in the corner of their lives. He could feel it in the way Nico's body tensed when he talked about certain cases, in the way his eyes sometimes went distant.

As John layed at bed, he couldn't belive how happy he was, truly happy, he got everything he ever wanted and more, Nico's job change had been a huge relief for him, even if the cases were still hard on him, he wasn't in immediate danger anymore. He watched Nico sleep, the early morning light playing across his features, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw and the gentle curve of his cheekbone.

He brought Nico closer to him, hugging him tightly, and kissing him on top of his head, John was thankful to any higher power up there that brought this little detective to his life, to his bed and to his heart. He knew that life was never going to be perfect, but for now, in this moment, it was pretty damn close.

He had a partner where John could be himself, sure Nico was able to make him question his sense of control, but he loved that. Nico was never afraid of him and would always speak his mind, something that was rare in the submissives he usually played with.

Their life together grew richer, filled with moments of laughter and passion, of quiet support and heated debates. John found himself looking forward to the evenings when Nico would come home from work, eager to hear about his day and offer comfort where he could.

Yeah, John was happy.