1995, Cape Town, South Africa
afternoon's Round Table had been the same as usual,
apart from the most disturbing addition of a delegate
from a certain resource-rich African country with 'interesting'
human rights statistics and a propensity for military
machinery. 'Re-structuring' as the man had called it.
Dan had been doing his best to appear politely interested,
despite the never-ending palaver. The discussions had
finally come to an end, like a painful abscess being
removed in slow-motion, and the dignitaries and guests
began to mingle. He was never quite sure what he hated
more, the endless boredom of talks and counter-talks
or the small talk and fake politeness afterwards. Still,
he was doing his best to fit in. He had promised Vadim,
and they did have to earn money, after all.
Despite his best behaviour, he'd have gladly killed
that Colonel. The man had resumed flirting with Vadim,
ostentatiously ignoring him while completely refusing
to accept that Vadim was not interested and tried to
get away. The man was like a leech. Once his jaws had
closed into the flesh, he didn't let go. Vadim hadn't
signed anything, nor replied to any of the countless
emails and phone calls. It had become clear that Nelson
simply ignored the fact that his attention was undesired.
Dan glanced over to the cosy little enclave of leather
seats, next to the doors that led to the glass fronted
balcony. The Colonel was leaning forward, touching Vadim's
thigh, who not-so-subtly pulled his leg back, but Nelson
simply leaned even closer. Dan's right fist curled beside
him. He'd gladly amputate that bastard's hand, and he'd
be happy to do it with a blunt knife.
He got up, dark eyes burning with anger. Walking towards
the two men, he caught a glance from Vadim, who stood
up, and in the motion the dark hand slid off the fine
cloth of the suit. Vadim was making his excuses by the
time Dan had arrived, and Dan watched Vadim leave for
their hotel room. If he didn't know it better he'd have
thought the Russian was escaping.
Damn. Alone with the fucker and unable to smash his
arrogant face. Oxford education. Queen's English. University
degrees and high-flying rank of some exotic country.
Sex with Vadim. A goddamned stalker. Insane. Clearly.
If only he could have met that man in the jungle, or
desert, or in the mountains. He would have stripped
the flesh from the bones.
Instead he was drawn into a conversation he didn't want.
The 'few words' the Colonel asked for turned into the
expected, when he elaborated on how Vadim had been offered
a position he could not possibly refuse and he, Mr McFadyen
should be reasonable and understand that their consultancy
business was last decade if not century, and he was
long overdue retirement, since his body had so obviously
suffered that much physical trauma, he'd be no good
to anyone anymore. It was all a matter of - short -
time before the rag-bag of ailments would fail, and
he, Mr McFadyen, should have a serious word with Mr
Krasnorada to ensure that he accepted the offer that
was to everyone's benefit.
Dan was proud for not showing the wanker what that fucked-up
hand could do and how much an artificial knee joint
in the balls would hurt. He took a few deep drags from
his cigarette and said nothing, not showing any reaction,
until the Colonel added the sucker punch right below
McFadyen?" Lowered voice, dispassionate.
Dan looked up, the polite mask still on.
case you ever wondered, no, he did not call out your
name while I fucked his tight white ass."
Violence surged into Dan. Bull's eye. But he now knew
that nothing could destroy what he had with Vadim, no
matter what this bastard said. He lowered his head for
a moment, taking another deep drag of the fag, hiding
the obvious emotions while knowing that the bastard
knew he had won this round. But there'd be others. He
exhaled the smoke into the Colonel's face. "You
had his arse but you'll never have the man." He
stubbed out the butt, turned and walked away without
Dan went straight to the suite he shared with Vadim,
grabbing one of the small bottles of beer from the mini
fridge. He found his Russkie sitting in the study, flicking
through one of the many newspapers and magazines.
Dan leaned against the wall, looking over to the leather
suite, beer bottle dangling from the fingers of his
fucked-up hand. "I was told I should have a word
with you, to convince you that taking the job is for
Vadim looked up with a questioning face, folded the
newspaper and put it on the glass table. "He doesn't
get the message. I told him no. I'll keep telling him
no." Vadim put the magazine down. "I'm sorry
it got that far with him in the first place. But we
were so far apart, and
" He shrugged, not
quite sure how to finish the sentence. "I just
didn't want to beg you to have me back. All this guy
needed was a nod. It was nice to be wanted. I couldn't
know he was such a nutjob."
Dan stepped close and raised his hand, placing his fingertips
on the old burn wound on Vadim's throat. "At the
time I couldn't imagine you still wanted me." He
gave a dry huff and wry smile.
Always." Vadim closed his eyes at the touch. "Especially
as the farm is thirty minutes away from the nearest
wanker." Dan huffed a laugh, "that makes me
feel so much better." Fingertips creeping along
Vadim's jaw. "Mr Nelson pointed out I was a worn-out
useless ex-grunt, ex-merc, ex-everything who belongs
on the scrap heap."
Vadim flashed a grin at that. "He is wrong. You
belong in my bed tonight. Or should we miss the evening
bed? I thought it's ours." Dan grinned, "We
must not miss the networking event. This old battle
horse 'enjoys' being blatantly ignored and besides,
that old war horse," he prodded a finger at Vadim,
"needs food or he won't perform tonight."
A dry laugh came from Vadim. "There is an invention
called 'room service' and now I will spend the rest
of the event thinking of sex. Much good that does me
Dan smirked, "In that case, I should put a collar
beneath that stupidly expensive shirt of yours. To make
sure you remember you are mine while that fucker is
flirting with you."
didn't actually bring any of those toys here?"
Dan's fingers tightened on Vadim's neck, the grin baring
teeth and all, contorting the scar into interesting
shapes. "You didn't think I didn't bring some of
'these things', did you? I might have had some interesting
talks over the holidays in France and might have done
a little shopping as a result of some of our shenanigans
in Glasgow? I might be old, but I'm cunning." He
dropped the empty bottle onto the thickly carpeted floor,
"and, of course, I am forever hopeful." Moving
his head closer, cheek against cheek, his own already
stubbly again, waiting for its second shave. "I
even let you pick my clothes tonight, if I have free
reign on what I put you into." Added, lower, "beneath
make me wonder what airport security thinks about your
luggage x-ray," said Vadim, tonelessly. Mail order
made life simple, and sometimes very complicated indeed.
He straightened, erection visible in that x-thousand
dollar suit. He moved a little forward to cross all
the distance that was left, could even be left now.
Dan's teeth found the side of his throat, hand on his
shoulders, then around them; Vadim didn't want to go
to the dinner, fuck the next contract, the next fee,
the next meeting.
visible." Vadim reiterated a rule that wouldn't
apply. A rule Hooch had set down with him. Everything
was possible, as long as it wasn't visible. Nevertheless,
Dan made his skin burn, made him sweat with just words.
Dan nodded, agreed silently to rules they'd never set
and wouldn't need. It was a game, after all, but this
was suddenly different, new, exciting. There was comfortable
lust and sex that fit like a glove in well-known parameters
of deepest intimacy, and then there was this. Something
Vadim had said he wanted and that he was finally ready
yourself to the shower." Dan stepped back reluctantly,
the hard bulk in his black jeans a visible reminder
of why he didn't want to move away. "Tonight, Russkie,
you'll be my cunt, and you'll remember that while
the fucker is flirting."
Vadim would have killed to open that fly and suck that
cock, and the fact this was his first response, cut
to the bone. It was just right, just the way he wanted
that, there was the thought of punishment, well, yes,
but more than that the deliciously evil glint in those
dark eyes. Vadim looked pointedly down at the promise
Dan was making. "Keep that thought," he murmured,
then managed to turn away, hard as hell, and headed
into the bathroom of silver grey marble. He left the
door open, grinned as he bent down to untie the laces.
He never kicked the good shoes off like Dan did. Dan.
Dan who had to be watching him.
Vadim prepared the enema, warm water, something
everything always arousing about the preparations. Loved
the feeling of being clean, even though getting there
took some getting used to. He then closed the door,
didn't want to see Dan's preparations. He tried not
to rush it, but it was difficult, warm water in his
guts, the feeling of being full, stretched, then cleansed
and cleaning, knowing Dan would fuck him and do more
than that; he couldn't know what exactly, but he was
He opened the door again, then stepped into the shower.
Second part of getting clean. The shave was still fine,
he had spent time in the bathroom just this morning.
Plenty of time between five o' clock and the start of
the conference, all the time in the world to be presentable.
He took a handful of the hotel's emerald green shower
gel, quickly washed his short hair, one hand every now
and then touching his cock, visible through the clear
glass. He washed everything, though, arse, cock, foreskin
- had never seen the point to get 'cut' as the Americans
called it, even though he'd had his fair share of them
by now. Especially Hooch. Always Hooch, Hooch who was
suddenly in the forefront of his mind. Maybe because
Dan had indicated the game was similar now.
He rinsed, then stepped out, hair and body wet, and
returned to the suite. No towel. Just a little self-conscious
about the things that weren't as perfect any more, a
creeping softness around the waist as his body composition
changed. Somehow, it wasn't as easy anymore to stay
as defined as he'd been. Time was catching up with both
of them, and however often he did those twisting crunches,
he was no longer the Greek god. Ah, get over yourself.
Or at least try, he thought.
Dan had only left his vantage point once the bathroom
door had closed, before Vadim cleaned himself out. Couldn't
claim that he liked the sensations himself, but had
seen the point of 'fair was fair' and had got used to
the occasional enema if what would follow was worth
it. He still considered a night-long fist fuck as one
of the highlights of his year.
He snatched a small square leather bag out of his suitcase,
dropped it on the nearby glass table, having thrown
his shoes and socks into one corner, jacket and fine
shirt and token tie into three others. He stood in nothing
but his jeans and waited until the door opened and Vadim
stepped out. Water drops still clinging, glistening
on skin that no man of forty-six should have, let alone
one who'd been to hell and back, and who had the scars
to prove it. Skin that was smooth and soft. Dan's legs
were braced, and his face wore an evil grin. "Fucking
hell, Russkie, you're not bad for an old war horse."
His body's reaction left no doubt about the sincerity.
Forgetting about the discomfort of a prolonged hard-on
in tight trousers, it would be hours, according to his
plan, before he'd get rid of that. "Bend over,"
gesturing to the sofa. "I promised invisibility,
and you'll get it, but your unruly cock is going to
be your own problem." He took the bag and opened
the zipper, spilling out its contents of toys. Some
tried and tested, others his latest forage across those
new internet adult shops. Pulling out something black
and smooth, which belonged to the new and untested collection.
Bend over. Vadim stepped to the leather couch,
expensive designer piece, caramel coloured Nubuck leather,
stylish, with a good, firm back. He rested his arms
on the back of the couch, forced his legs apart, feeling
strange and erotic, mostly because Dan wasn't already
pushing against him. Didn't really want to know or see
what the thing was, wanted Dan's cock more than that,
but then, he loved Dan getting into this mood, this
light hearted and still very dark mood. Like with the
Glasgow boys. He had used some Vaseline, slicked himself
up like a whore, something that made his balls tighten
fucking perfect," Dan breathed out. That sight
would never cease to steal his mind. The long, straight
legs, massive thighs tapering towards narrow but strong
hips. The powerful back, pronounced deltoid leading
towards broad shoulders, and sculpted arms that had
retained their chiselled shapes of muscles. The arse
He wanted to fuck him, so Very. Badly.
did he think when he saw your back." Dan murmured,
stepping closer to run his hand over the landscape of
scars. Tracing the letters. "Did he see what I
Vadim shook his head. Nelson was the last thing he wanted
to think about. The word. No way Nelson knew Russian.
want you to remember tonight," Dan quietly breathed
those words close to Vadim's ear while brushing his
fingertips over the scar on top of Vadim's inner thigh,
"that you're mine, and I want you to feel that
at every movement. When you stand, when you sit, when
you walk." He stood so close, the dildo was more
an extension of his trapped cock than an object in his
hand. Smooth silicone, a size that would be felt for
certain - discomfort, sensations, but never pain. He
pushed with his hand trapped between Vadim and his own
groin. "Consider this my cock, while the fucker
is trying to get you, in front of my eyes."
Vadim closed his eyes, straightened the back, pushing
against the thing invading him, could tell right away
it wasn't fingers, too unyielding, felt it connect somewhere
inside with his cock, and gave a low groan. Dan's words
so erotic. Mine. Every moment. Shit. He'd be the ex-spetsnaz,
the military advisor carrying that thing and being hard
as rock. It should be humiliating. Mortifying. Instead
it was as erotic as Dan's hand on his groin, in a restaurant,
or a quick grope when people were close but ignorant.
No, this was one step up. His face was burning, he wanted
Dan close, inside, between his legs, in his hand, between
his lips. Everywhere. "You think
leaving him, couldn't think in any structured way. "I
should suck you?"
Dan badly wanted Vadim's lips around his cock. "I
want to." Truth, "want so badly, but no."
He cleared his throat, could hardly see straight, let
alone think. He stepped back, moved over to the bag
and the faint sound of metal against metal was heard,
before he returned to stand in Vadim's back. "Turn
Vadim straightened, felt that thing move inside him,
and felt how his balls tightened, cock hard, twitching,
every shifting of weight, every step. He'd go 'bonkers'
tonight. He turned around to face his lover, looking
oddly self-conscious. Feeling that thing there, and
didn't dare check what it would do if he tensed his
cheeks. It would move. Of course it would.
Dan smiled, said nothing, just moving his head to lick,
suck and tease with teeth, lips and tongue those small
nipples that never stopped to amaze him. Vadim was far
more sensitive than he was, and he could spend hours
laving and biting the minuscule focus of hardened flesh.
He took his time, even though they had no more but twenty
Vadim moaned, hands running over Dan's head, his face,
the small jolts of pain going to his heart, his throat,
his groin, skin heating up, a hint of sweat forming,
but above all, the sharp sensation of teeth, then tender
again. He could never know what to expect, could never
control it even if he pressed Dan's head against his
chest. Wanted to pull Dan's head up to kiss him, only
that that would make this teasing stop, and he didn't
Dan looked back up, smiling. "I want you to remember
the hours I'd spend with your nipples, and in return,
the endless nights you'd take, fisting me."
Vadim grinned, then pulled up Dan's face and kissed
him, open lips, hungry, but not claiming. Just a confirmation.
Fisting. Unrestricted by his own endurance, test of
stamina and trust more than tickling lust. He stared
into Dan's eyes, nodding.
Dan took in an audible breath and positioned the small
nipple clamps on the hardened flesh. Their effectiveness
was increased by the moderate weights attached to them,
which would make the metal tug and pull whenever Vadim
A low hiss, body protesting, but then it was like biting,
like a constant slow chewing. Which Vadim loved. Which
would drive him up the walls in about five minutes.
Vadim moved his right hand to touch the metal, just
brushing it, and was surprised how much that changed.
He looked at Dan, saw the rapt attention, the way Dan
loved doing this.
Dan allowed him some time to adjust before producing
the collar. Black leather, broad enough to make a statement
that was beyond the physical sensation of restraint
and belonging, and narrow enough to remain hidden beneath
the shirt collar. "I want you to remember you're
mine, and that you belong to me, as much as I belong
to you, and none of that shit of last year will ever
happen again. You truly are mine." Dan wound
the black leather into a circle, letting out a dry laugh
that transformed into a tender smile. "Consider
it my wedding ring."
Vadim stared at the collar. Then blinked as the last
word registered. Wedding. "Wouldn't
betrothal thing first?" Kept looking
at the collar. Dark shirt. Definitely a dark shirt and
the widest trousers he owned.
think we did the betrothal fifteen years ago."
Dan smiled, saw the wide-eyed stare and sensed the reluctance.
Tough shit. "You're mine, remember? Truly mine."
He nudged Vadim to make him lower his head, so he could
fasten the buckle. The collar sat tightly, not obstructing
breathing, but making itself known. Every. Single. Second,
and with each breath. "I'd put you on a leash,
if I could, to keep you from going off with anymore
fuckers, but I guess that's out tonight." Dan smiled,
taking a step back.
Vadim swallowed, felt the collar close enough to be
there when he swallowed, when anything moved. It was
like a strong hand around his neck. It shouldn't feel
so fucking good. "It's
a dinner, not a proper
long party. Just
stay close." Stay close
so I can see how you're looking at me, knowing what's
underneath. But you've always known what's underneath.
Dan glanced at the ormolu clock above the fire place.
"Shit, ten minutes left. I guess you want me to
wear the black tailored suit?"
Dan had to force himself away and hurry into the bathroom,
to shed his trousers and jump under a cold shower. His
hair would still be wet, couldn't be helped.
Vadim took the suit out and laid it on the bed, carefully
selected his own, dark shirt, didn't want to risk the
possibility the cloth might allow the leather to shine
through. Dressed in his tight swimming trunks underneath,
hoping that what was wrong with him wouldn't be so obvious
then. He struggled with the cufflinks, Afghani lapis
in silver, a private joke, he always carried some Afghanistan
with him. Worked well with his usually blue shirts,
which worked well with his eyes in the evening. Found
the simple act of pulling a chain through a small square
of silver impossibly complicated. Fuck, those cufflinks
were a pain. He took the dark three piece suit he'd
had tailored in Savile Row, London, checked the sheen
on Dan's shoes, then his own, untied Dan's laces and
put them in plain sight, then got dressed. Dinner. He
didn't want to eat.
Dan managed to force his cock back down, and then a
quick shave to be presentable. Once in the bedroom,
he chose to wear tight briefs this time, his own state
would be easier to bear if he didn't have to fear forming
an embarrassing tent beneath the finely tailored cloth.
Dressing within four minutes, even the bowtie was accurate
after the first go, shoes polished and on his feet,
he rummaged in his laptop bag before he left the room.
When he stepped out of the bedroom he looked worlds
apart from his usual self: a middle aged man, grey temples
and fit body, aging disgracefully, but right now immaculate
and refined, superbly dressed in the most expensive
suit that had been cut to show off in an understated
way the maturing elegance of his body. Finest black
cloth, chosen by Vadim.
Moving his hands, he wound the prayer beads of Afghani
lapis lazuli around his wrist. The left one. The fucked
one. He looked expectantly at Vadim. "Ready?"
Vadim heard the faint clicking of the deep blue polished
rock around Dan's wrist, and thought that's it. Cufflinks
for me these days, but you didn't change. Right now
you're SAS in a suit. And you never realised how the
tailor stared at you while taking measurements. Because
you just don't get it, just don't understand what you're
doing to innocent bystanders. "Copy, Sir,"
he said with a smile. "I am, but you aren't."
He indicated his own chest and nodded at Dan. "You
said whatever I make you wear."
not?" Dan's eyes followed the hand, "you sure?"
Stupid question, and Dan nodded, turning to retrieve
the panel, fixing it in front of the mirror to the left
of his chest at perfect height. It was strange to wear
them, all those coloured ribbons, above the impressive
collection of medals. Active service here there and
everywhere, bravery and show of courage, enemy action
and the Queen's thanks to one of her own, and, of course,
the American Bronze Star with Valour Device. He smoothed
them down and realised they meant nothing, but the man
reflected in the mirror, he meant everything.
give them hell." Vadim stood, wanted to get closer
and kiss Dan, but knew he'd push him against the wall
and grind against him. Instead, he took Dan's scarred
hand, and placed a kiss on the wrist, pressed it for
a long moment, then took the keycard and opened the
door, holding it open for Dan.
Dan looked at his hand with surprise, said nothing,
just smiled and stepped through the door. Moving so
close, his chest 'accidentally' brushed against Vadim's,
manipulating the nipple clamps in the process. "Thirty
seconds left, how fast can you walk?"
Vadim wouldn't have been able to lock the door. Sliding
a keycard into a lock would have been too much. Catching
his breath. What motherfuckers when they got touched.
He blinked, staring at Dan, managed to move, feel the
thing inside. He'd go insane before they had reached
? Not fast at all. Right now there was no
strength left in his legs. He'd suffer a heart attack
if Dan went on like that. He was approaching the age
bracket for that kind of death. Oh fuck you, Dan. "We
won't be the
last to arrive."
neither the last ones to come." Dan grinned at
his truly awful pun, stopping Vadim before he turned
towards the elevator. "If military time keeping
is not of importance, we have another moment."
He looked along the deserted corridor before pushing
Vadim's shirt collar down with two fingers hooked into
the front. Revealing the collar but not the scar, hidden
below the smooth leather. He leaned forward, kissed
the edge where skin touched leather, lingering with
his lips. "I hope you remember CPR." He had
to adjust his groin after straightening the shirt collar.
Vadim closed his eyes, the thought shocking that the
collar was visible, the cameras in this place might
not pick it up, too grainy, he hoped. Please let it
be too grainy. "You tease. You fucking tease,"
Taking in a deep breath, Dan ignored the flush of heat
in his face. "Let's go," adding, "slowly."
Walking towards the elevator he had his hand resting
loosely on Vadim's hip, and he didn't give a shit if
anyone was watching.
Hitting the button for the elevator, Vadim managed to
breathe again. The door slid open, and there were General
X and Advisor Y, he couldn't remember the names, not
right now, greeting them with a smile and asking about
the dinner's menu. One was concerned about the quality
of the seafood, the other punned on oysters, and Vadim
saw Dan grin at that. Oversexed. Underfucked. Kinky.
Those three words spelt hell.
Dan was his most charming self. A far cry from the usual
irreverent former merc, he smiled at the General, made
a small joke to the Advisor and chuckled duly at the
pun about the oysters. It was easy to slip on the fake
skin, when he was occupied with something very different.
Suddenly all those old men in suits and uniforms didn't
count, and couldn't annoy him.
His hand, hidden from view, pressed right against the
mirrored elevator wall, slipped onto Vadim's arse, fingers
moving down and pushing against the flat end of the
dildo, creating tiny movements inside the body.
Vadim thought his knees would give. His arse tensed
at that movement, and his face was flushed, always betraying
what he felt, fucking pale skin. Mind drifted, cock
hard, he felt like he had been hard all his life, all
the time. Dan's hand between his arse and the smooth
steel of the elevator cabin. Minuscule movements. His
lips opened, he found it hard to pretend he was even
The elevator doors opened just in time, and they stepped
out into the foyer of the glittering dining room. Dan
let his hand slip away, the lapis lazuli making a faintly
Vadim brought his hand up to touch his face, no sweat
yet, but he looked like he had spent a couple hours
in the gym and then sauna and was trying to cool down.
While he was still heating up, thanks to Dan.
It seemed the two gentleman were somewhat surprised
at Vadim's quietness, but they left to mingle, like
everyone else, with promises of meeting and talking
and they could see some missions on the horizon that
would require two specialist advisors and wouldn't it
be beautiful in Madrid in spring, and the Seine was
stunning in September, and the delights of Brussels
should not be underestimated, and so on.
Vadim remained silent, focusing on not moving. His smile
had to be weak, he thought, but he just felt the collar.
And it was easier to ignore a bullet in the guts than
that thing Dan had shoved into him. Thought everybody
had to see what was wrong with him. What was right with
him. He kept looking at Dan, who managed to do the movements;
social graces rediscovered that Vadim had not been sure
Dan possessed at all.
Dan turned to Vadim when they were alone, taking two
glasses of French champagne from the waiter, he handed
one across. "You know what they say about champagne,
goes side by side with the oysters."
Vadim could see his hand was unsteady and he tossed
the champagne back like it was vodka, only to get rid
of the glass. Best way to keep up appearances. "No
oysters. I hate those slimy bitches."
Dan grinned, took a sip from the champagne and spied
a dark face and gold-glittering entrance. The anger
was immediate, and he hissed through his teeth. "And
here's the fucker. Right on cue."
Vadim half-turned, saw Nelson, who in turn saw him,
and could feel his body constrict again, as Nelson moved
over to greet them. Most probably to only greet him
and try to get into his pants again. "Don't use
that word," he murmured in Russian. "Hard
enough as it is."
'cue'?" Deliberately being obnoxious, "or
'fucker'?" Dan murmured while smiling his most
charming smile - the one reserved for traitors, liars
and bastards or bitches. He kept to Russian, the safest
mode of communication. "I'll be on my best behaviour
tonight, I promise I won't rip his balls off bare handed
and stuff them down his throat."
His hand stayed connected with Vadim, a light - possessive
- touch at the small of his back, when he decided that
attack was the best defence. "Good to see you again,
Colonel Nelson. I am sure you will be delighted at this
evening's new developments."
fair evening to you." The tone of voice made it
abundantly clear it was Vadim he had greeted, exclusively.
Nelson glanced at Dan, a longer glance at Vadim, and
the beginning of a smile, then, with an annoyed motion
of his head, back to Dan. "New developments? Pray
tell, Mr McFadyen. Did you take the advice on board?"
aye." Dan smiled incredibly politely, letting his
hand slip lower for just a second, before too many in
the room could detect the motion of his fingers that
grabbed hold of Vadim's finely clad arse before moving
back into position. "I have taken your advice into
consideration. I have indeed, but it is up to Vadim
to talk to you, is it not?" Dan nodded to Vadim,
taking a step to the side and his hand slid off the
suit fabric, the prayer beads flashing.
Nelson smiled, glad that Dan was making his excuses
and made a gesture as if dismissing him and saying,
no, I don't mind, not at all.
will be at the bar." Dan smiled, but it never hit
his eyes. "I shall see you later." At Vadim,
no second glance at Nelson, and he walked off to the
bar at the other side of the room.
Nelson stepped closer, nearly within whispering range,
that knowing smile on his features, knowing and sexy.
Provocative. That thing in Vadim's body made him desperate
to get fucked, desperate for release. Nelson's proximity
was tantalising, he knew Nelson expected nothing but
"yes please" and would fuck him right away,
but the thing Dan had said helped him fend that thought
off. My cock. Dying to fuck you. I'll be dying to
you think about my offer? I'm aware of your former attachments,
but I do not think you bear any further obligations."
No, no longer obliged. No longer owing anything. Apart
from his sanity. They'd come clean. "I did."
Speaking wasn't easy. Vadim saw a question in Nelson's
eyes, and it was not about his decision. It was probably
why his breath was coming so hard. Both Nelson and Dan
could rule, control his body. Right now, that collar
was Dan's. Would always be Dan's. Shit, he'd come close
enough to consider Nelson, but then the mountains. Don't
forget the fucking mountains. And the fact the man was
a freak. "I can't take the offer, I'm sorry. It
gracious offer, but we are planning to
retire fairly soon, and I'm
not sure I can commit
myself as much as the job demands. I can't start a restructuring
and then leave because I'm getting too old and tired."
Nelson's lips twitched with anger, then curved into
a dangerous smile. "Old and tired? Mr. Krasnorada,
please." Like he'd been joking. Haha, very amusing;
now, cut the crap. He moved even closer, so close Vadim
could smell his breath. Spices, and the hot breath of
a predator. "I'd enjoy showing you that you are
neither old nor tired. What a misconception, but a delicious
illusion to shatter." There were chains and leather
in that voice, and Vadim's cock jumped. Shit. He got
an inkling of what Nelson was into. Probably less playful
than Dan, and a hell of a lot darker. Nelson wouldn't
take a no. Nelson was set on his target, and whatever
the target said was of no consequence. Fucking creep.
"We could discuss this in my room."
actually quite hungry." What a fucking weak excuse.
I'm horny as hell, but not quite enough to want anybody
then?" It wasn't a question. It was an order. Only
appearances kept Nelson civil.
you understand anything I said?" asked Vadim, growing
Nelson was close enough to sear his skin. "It's
not your last word. I promise." He turned around
and left, smiling. Vadim shivered. This was getting
out of control. Seriously out of control.
Across the room, Dan was leaning against the bar, his
eyes on the two men. One white. One black. One loved.
One loathed. One his own and the other a loose cannon.
Pretending to be interested in the canapés, Dan
had been eating one after the other, barely recognising
their taste. His eyes narrowed when he saw Nelson turn
and leave, the facial expression on Vadim made him grow
tense. He dropped his hand beside the plate and raised
his head, looking straight across and right at Vadim.
Brows raised. Eyes dark.
Vadim looked at Dan, and turned to join him at the bar.
The expression in his eyes. He needed him, needed him
badly. He moved close enough so his thigh touched Dan's.
"Fucking creep. I'll tell you later." Half
turned to look at Dan, his eyes spelt out need in the
biggest letters possible.
Dan didn't move, just stood, felt Vadim's body close
to his own, body heat and touch. "We're not done
here." His lips slowly curved into a smile, the
scar on his cheek twisting like a snake.
Vadim swallowed, nodded, had no idea how to survive
the dinner with that thing in his body. Would try. Needed
to try. No alternative.
I think I need to piss." Dan's hand that had lain
beside the plate lifted, hovered, then brushed accidentally
across Vadim's chest, touching one of the nipple clamps.
Vadim nearly jumped, the sharp jolt of heat went straight
to his groin. He nodded, breathless, couldn't breathe,
needed, would suck Dan right here on the spot, anything,
needed him worse than life. "Yeah. Too much
drink." Didn't believe for a moment that he'd pulled
it off convincingly, hoped he'd get fucked on the toilet,
please, couldn't wait.
Dan turned casually, glancing over his shoulder. "Of
course, in this fine establishment, one should behave
impeccably at all times." Walking towards the toilets,
knowing Vadim was at his side. "Thus I will make
sure I'll behave perfectly, to make you proud. Not the
scruffy, out-of-whack ex-squaddie, aye?"
Vadim hoped, prayed - and he still had nothing to pray
to - that Dan was joking.
Dan held the door open that led to the gold and porcelain
gleaming toilets. Stepping into Vadim's way when he
passed, to push his full body length into the other,
which made Vadim groan, and bite back that sound when
Dan whispered into his ear. "A squaddie would fuck
you, bent over the loo, but a gentleman just watches
" Vadim looked at Dan, spied himself
in the mirror, flushed, so clearly needy, if one cared
to read the signs. He'd do anything to get Dan to do
that, be the fucking dirty squaddie, fuck him right
here, pull that thing out and fuck him till he screamed.
piss. Dan. Just block the door. Do
it." He reached for Dan's chest, placed his flat
hands against the fine cloth, felt the pecs vibrate
underneath. "Stalls. Over there
Dan smiled, but it cost him a lot of self-control to
say that word. He was hard and wanted nothing but the
exact same thing that Vadim was begging for: to fuck
him till he screamed. But the power was headier, and
the control won. Control over himself and the other.
Vadim closed his eyes. Couldn't bear it. Didn't want
to beg again.
won't come. Not yet. You'll come when I tell you."
Dan leaned against the door, hoping no one tried to
enter in the next few minutes. "You're mine."
Both hands grabbed Vadim's arse, pulling him closer.
Cock against cock, both trapped in finest cloth, and
Vadim couldn't breathe, just couldn't, he pressed against
him, felt Dan so hard, so hot, just as needy, only that
Dan didn't have that thing inside that drove him insane.
And just as he'd thought that, Dan's fingers were wandering
lower, deeper, pressing into the cleft and applying
pressure, which forced a sound out of Vadim, a needy
groan, and he pushed against that hand, the dildo inside
shifted, pressed against him now slightly differently,
which was unbearable. Manipulating the power.
come when I let you, do you copy, Major?" Dan had
no idea where the last bit came from, grinding against
Vadim's groin. "Understood?"
Vadim's eyes opened again, pupils like those of a junkie
on a bad cocktail, he hardly managed to breathe. Major.
So long ago, yet it still got under his skin. "Yessir."
Dan had no rank, no commission. Never had one, sergeant,
no, staff sergeant. SAS didn't use such high ranks.
Nevertheless, Dan was "Sir" now. Worse, higher,
more powerful than any Colonel. "Request
suck you, Sir." What the fuck?
Why? How? What? His body tensed, he didn't actually
want even more humiliation.
Yes he did.
granted." Dan cursed himself, but pushed Vadim
away and towards the stalls. Blowjob. From Vadim. Vadim
begging for it. Holy fuck, he thought his mind was getting
blown to bits, alongside his cock.
Vadim almost rushed to it, mind racing, the offer had
been taken, fuck, he wasn't up to this, he wanted to
come, didn't want Dan to come, it wasn't about him taking
control, control was pure mockery now. What was going
Dan followed, slipped into the stall. The stalls were
high enough, the doors and top panelling went up to
the ceiling. No one would see if he had to climb onto
the seat to get rid of a pair of legs that weren't supposed
to be in there.
Vadim locked the door, flushed, burning, his balls so
full and heavy, cock straining, he needed to come. But
it was impossible. Into this suit? Here? On the fucking
toilets? He faced Dan.
Dan opened his fly, all the time watching Vadim. Couldn't
remember when last he'd been so desperate and so motherfucking
Vadim stared, was about to kneel anyway, that was the
way to do it, but Dan's tone of voice. Suggesting something
much darker. Shit. No protest. Instead: "Yessir."
Dan was as hard and ready as he felt: thick cock, the
veins, so hard the foreskin was pulled back all the
way, bared the head. Vadim knew it wouldn't take long,
not the way Dan was tense. He knelt, eye to eye with
Dan's cock, the thing he wanted, craved, inside, taking
his sanity away. Opened his lips, tried to focus, then
Dan's voice again, breathless, "suck me."
Vadim took the cock, took it in one swift motion, heat
and fullness and throbbing strength. The taste, took
it deeper, as if to defy himself, and how much he wanted
to do this, suck Dan like a hooker on the toilet.
Dan didn't let out a sound, remained absolutely silent,
but he lost all pretence of self-control when he stared
down at the scene. Fuck. He needed to come, and it wasn't
going to take more than a couple of minutes. No way
he could deny himself.
Vadim opened his legs to steady himself, broad stance
on his knees, and it never occurred to him to touch
Dan - only with his mouth, his lips, his tongue. Eyes
closed, but no focus coming, hoped he'd be allowed to
come if he did well.
Dan tried to hold onto something, but Vadim's short-shorn
hair was useless and the collar was hidden beneath the
shirt, taking hold of the suit instead. "You'll
wear a collar ... with metal rings." Breathless,
staccato words, eyes as dark as they were narrowed,
focussing on the sight of his cock pushing deeper and
deeper into Vadim's mouth. "To hold onto when I
fuck your throat," a twist of his hips and he forced
his cock deeper, "my cunt."
Every word made Vadim tense more, he was trying to relax,
but the mentioning of the collar tightened his throat.
He wasn't in control. He couldn't relax. Instead, he
tensed. The wrong thing. Completely the wrong thing.
Felt the tightness of the suit, Dan's powerful hand,
felt Dan breach and enter, force himself inside, against
the constricting throat, and Vadim struggled to not
panic. Closed his eyes, breath shut off as Dan got past,
inside his throat, Vadim's hands formed fists, like
a bloody beginner losing it, losing control, something
in his throat, not a sound, like tension, maybe he did
whimper, forced himself to suck, to comply, to accept,
when he was sweating hard and nowhere near control or
Dan was losing it, just seconds, not even minutes, no
more than a few hard thrusts, fucking that throat as
if pounding into Vadim's arse, and then he crushed Vadim's
head and face against his groin as he came, groaning,
biting his lip, shuddering, almost losing balance.
Vadim felt the pressure, the power, the strength, couldn't
breathe, didn't quite panic, fought it, fought it like
he was diving, struggled weakly, throat tightening uncontrollably
as Dan's seed shot into it, ran straight down his throat.
He could feel it like vodka, burning, hands found Dan's
thighs, flat hands, fuck, and he wanted to come, could
feel how close he was. Denied.
Too good feeling the tremors slowly subside while still
lodged deep down the throat, but Dan moved and slid
his cock out from between those lips, panting, shuddering,
fighting every sound along the way.
Given breath, Vadim pulled back, panting, head resting
against Dan's thigh.
"Oh fuck." Dan groaned out, unable to stall
the trembling, not yet. "Stand. I can't allow you
to come, if I did
" He was cut off when the
door to the toilets suddenly opened, and the sound of
voices was heard. He tensed for a heartbeat, then quickly
stepped onto the closed toilet seat, crouching and sitting
on his heels. Two pairs of legs wouldn't do. His lips
twitched as he mouthed, "Silence."
Vadim reached for the stall partition, steadied himself
as he stood, could still smell, taste, feel the heat
in his mouth, the need that raged on. He looked at Dan,
didn't have the force left in his body to ask for release
again, hoped Dan would show mercy. Humour crept into
the need - what atrocious timing. Those guys would have
noticed if the timing had been just a few seconds off.
A second voice started talking. Nelson. The fucking
bastard. Reaching out, Dan cradled Vadim's head, pulling
it closer until his lips touched the other's ear, murmuring,
Vadim leaned his head against Dan's shoulder, didn't
want to hear the voices, but of course he did. The thought
of Nelson was unbearable, that sphinx-like expression,
the man just oozed confidence and aggression, and why
had he ever thought that attractive? He looked at Dan's
eyes, fierce now, and nodded. "Aye," he murmured,
Dan moved his head a fraction, and his lips covered
the Vadim's. Tongue snaking between Vadim's lips, keeping
it deep, making a silent statement with want and need.
How fucking romantic, making out to the sound of pissing.
Vadim's hands moved over Dan's chest, the expensive
cloth whispering, and his eyes were closed, shutting
out everything and everybody but Dan. Dan, always Dan,
who was there, who was everywhere around him, life,
The two men finally finished, water was flushing and
then the sound of steps and taps running at the wash
basins. Dan slowed the kiss, drank in Vadim's reckless
distress through the heat of his lips, tongue, teeth
and mouth, and then stilled when the door moved. First
one, Nelson's voice again, then the other.
Dan's knees were killing him, crouched too long in the
position, but the pain was worth it. "Time to head
back to dinner." He broke the kiss and murmured.
His face was flushed when he stepped less-than gracefully
off the toilet seat. "Time to keep up the pretence,
time to show the arsehole who you belong to, and time
to let my decrepit old body get ready to fuck you."
Dan smirked, leaned closer, standing, hands brushing
down over Vadim's chest, touching nipple clamps while
smoothing fabric. "I can't let you come."
Murmured, head moving in, lips whispering along Vadim's
jaw. "Even if I wanted. If you came, the dildo
inside you would kill you, and I'd rather have you gagging
for my cock, coming without touching your own. I want
to fuck you, bent over that sofa."
Vadim groaned, closed his eyes, was sure he couldn't
move, wouldn't move, would relieve himself if given
half a chance. He hadn't been so horny for something
like twenty years. He nodded, dazed, couldn't move,
felt his lips burning and swollen, his throat raw. "Make
make it quick, yes?"
Dan nodded. "Aye. As soon as possible, but you
just brought this middle aged body over the edge, it'll
need some time." He brought a hand between their
bodies, palm flat against the outline of Vadim's cock,
which made the Russian shudder and press into his hand.
think you need some cold water." Dan murmured,
then shook his head with a wink while unlocking the
Water? Nothing made sense. Vadim needed to come, that
was all he needed. Everything else was nonsense.
cock in the loos, my, my, what has happened to you,
Officer." Dan's head was snaking forward to lick
once more across Vadim's lips. He fucking loved and
lusted and wanted that man so much right now, he wondered
if he had it all written across his face I love you,
Russkie. I fucking need you. Until I bloody well die.
in fact," said Vadim, and wanted to say take me,
finish me off, stay here, close that fucking door. The
humour helped with pulling himself together. He adjusted
himself, was tempted to do more, but he'd win the game.
Or at least not lose it.
Pushing the door open, Dan's voice rumbled as he whispered
into Vadim's ear. "Seems you prefer me as the reckless
ex-squaddie and not the gentleman, eh?" He brought
his palms lightly against the nipple clamps. "Shame
I have to play the part of the latter right now."
did," said Vadim, pressing down on the moans. His
whole body felt raw, tensed to the max, reaching to
touch those hands on his chest, hold them there for
a moment - which kept Dan from torturing him more -
and kissed him again. No thoughts. No thinking, just
Dan, his own body, dying to come. He wasn't hungry.
No way he could sit down on that thing inside and pretend
he was alright. Impossible that nobody would smell the
frustrated lust by now.
A click and the sound of the door opening made Dan swiftly
step back and half-turn towards the wash basin. The
elderly man who stepped into the room looked somewhat
taken aback, before quickly heading towards one of the
stalls. Dan glanced at Vadim with a smirk, as he murmured
under his breath, "you think the smell reminded
him of anything, or you think it's been too long ago
since he 'got it'?"
Vadim shook his head, desperate to try and deal with
the frustration. "Couldn't
he murmured, managing at least to head to the wash basin
and wash his hands, looking in the mirror for a moment.
That feverish look in his eyes. The flush. A slight
sheen of sweat. It was so fucking obvious what was wrong
Dan's face turned up in the mirror beside him, looking
into his eyes through the reflection. Dark brown in
pale blue, until Dan ran a caressing hand down Vadim's
back and turned away, but not without murmuring, "I
you." Vadim tried a brave smile, but
it was pained.
Holding the door open, Dan waited until Vadim had stepped
through. Together, side by side, walking back into the
main area, where the illustrious assembly of men and
a few women was ready to be seated at the table. Of
course, as expected, Nelson had managed to get a seat
next to Vadim, but Dan had ensured that he was sitting
opposite to Vadim, and when it was time to take their
seats, his eyes were only on the man in front of him.
A small feral grin flashed across his face the moment
Vadim sat down - knowing what that did to him and his
Vadim was sweating, lips tight as he pressed them together,
to keep any sound from escaping.
you alright, Mr Krasnorada?" Nelson asked softly,
leaning in, hand on Vadim's arm.
Vadim's words were strained. He didn't meet Nelson's
eyes, kept his gaze lowered as he shifted closer to
the table, wincing again.
The table was broad enough to make it difficult to reach
across and touch, with silverware and flower decorations
between them, but Dan leaned slightly forward, inclining
his head. "Vadim felt somewhat chilly earlier,
perhaps he is getting a cold?" His leg stretched
out until his foot touched Vadim's.
look positively ill," said Nelson, frowning with
concern. His hand continued to be on Vadim's arm, then
he leaned in to whisper something to him, while Dan's
eyes narrowed, but he said nothing, because he knew
that the collar was there and what it meant.
Vadim could smell him as Nelson breathed: "maybe
you want to retire to
a room?" The hand
slipped off his arm, and landed on his thigh again,
as if by accident. Vadim stiffened, didn't want Nelson
to guess what that 'illness' was, then heard him whisper:
"My god, you're shaking."
Vadim nodded again, didn't trust his voice enough. Thankfully,
the first course arrived and Nelson had to take his
hands off - at least for the moment.
must admit," Dan made conversation even though
he was perfectly aware that the last thing Nelson wanted
was to talk to him, and a clearly annoyed side glance
verified that suspicion. "I have been feeling somewhat
under the weather as well." Smiling as if he hadn't
noticed anything, he nodded towards Vadim, making sure
the pressure of his foot on Vadim's remained steady.
A reassuring presence. "It must have been all that
time spent in the hardware store. Have you ever been
to a hardware store?" Looking innocent-eyed at
Nelson. "Do you know the different gauges of steel?
The available thicknesses of chains?"
What would you need chains for?"
we have been redoing our house in New Zealand recently,
and you'd be surprised to learn how many versatile uses
chains can have." Smiling politely, Dan raised
his glass of white wine before taking a mouthful, then
concentrating once more on his first course.
Nelson looked at Vadim, who'd flushed deeper red. That
was all the clues Nelson needed. He wasn't stupid, and
he was into similar games. He grinned, predatorial,
his attention on Vadim, then leaned in closer. "Cold
blue steel on reddened heated skin," he whispered,
which made Vadim suppress a groan.
Dan watched the exchange, every reaction, while carefully
keeping track of time. It wouldn't do to make Vadim
suffer for too long, but they did have to stay at least
until the main course. "I see, you have been into
DIY as well?" Addressing Nelson, with the same
perfectly polite smile. The man was starting to give
away some hints, and every little bit would help the
Baroness to find the dirt that would break this bastard's
that, and training." Nelson gave him a bright smile.
"Horses, dogs, men." He gave a laugh, as if
the last one had been a joke.
Dan smiled back. There! They were getting somewhere,
and wouldn't Maggie be interested in all those tidbits.
"Men? Gosh, Colonel, what a remarkable pastime.
I can see that you must be an extraordinary man. Wherever
did you pick up such a hobby?" He chuckled, as
if he had made an equally amusing joke, while the first
course was taken off the table.
military is all about training men to override their
natural responses." Nelson smiled. "Of course,
ex-practitioners like you gentlemen would know more
about that than I do."
but it does depend on the military, does it not?"
Dan nodded towards Vadim. "And of course, the training
can well extend above and beyond the military duty and
service." Dan held his glass up for a refill.
see training as a way of life." Nelson's eyes were
all over Vadim, who didn't meet his gaze, and hardly
managed to eat. Anything tasted like cardboard while
there was a much stronger sensory input overriding everything.
Taking a sip, Dan's eyes remained steady on Nelson.
"I assume a man of your calibre, Colonel, would
be more inclined towards the training."
Nelson nodded, curtly. "Of course."
luck hunting, in that case." Still smiling, Dan
made a swift decision, and the next moment he exclaimed
under his breath, "oh goodness, me." Appearing
flustered, he leaned across to Vadim. "I am afraid
I forgot something vital and I need your assistance."
Vadim nodded, lips pressed together. He was too far
gone to even play that game, join the charade, when
he got up and manoeuvred away from the table.
It was Dan, then, who met Nelson's angry glare straight
on, apologising with the choicest words he could find.
"I am sure, Colonel, that you will enjoy your hunt.
Question is, who will win." He apologised left
and right and headed out, following Vadim. They had
barely stepped out of the room, when Dan fell in stride
with Vadim, despite the limp, commenting under his breath,
"holy fuck, any more of this bullshitting and my
head explodes." Getting them towards the elevator.
head?" Vadim managed to get out, quickly stepping
into the elevator when the doors slid open.
Dan turned to grin ferally. "Don't think it is
your head that is about to explode."
no, worse, here. Don't make me go back,"
The doors slid shut behind them. "No, I won't."
The moment the elevator moved, Dan pulled Vadim close,
crushing the nipple clamps between their bodies, his
lips sought Vadim's, his tongue demanded immediate entrance,
and Vadim gave the groan of a dying man. Nelson hadn't
lied, he was shaking, with denial.
The minute it took to reach their level, Dan put everything
there was into that kiss, pressing his groin against
Vadim's. His own urgency had been lessened, but the
lust was there, simmering. He pulled away when the bell
announced they'd reached their level, and took Vadim's
hand, pulling him into the deserted corridor. He said
nothing until they'd reached their suite and he'd opened
the door with the key card, and let Vadim in. Shutting
the door behind them, he leaned against it. "Undress."
Vadim fumbled with the clothes like a drunken man, his
precision was gone, but he managed, no hesitation, no
pause, pulling the fine tailored clothes off like they
were enemies clinging to his body, and soon stood there,
naked, flushed, desperately aroused.
Dan said nothing for a long time, just watching him,
and taking in the sight. Perfection, no matter how many
men he'd conquer, no one would be like Vadim. He'd always
known that. "Come here."
Vadim walked towards him, eyes dark with need and want.
He opened his lips to say something, but didn't. Didn't
have any words really for a moment like this.
Dan smiled, looking into the pale eyes, darker than
usual, now wild with need. "You're mine."
Fingertips caressing the black leather of the collar
where it contrasted with the skin. "Turn. Then
Vadim turned, bent over, glanced towards the couch,
then looked behind himself at Dan, whose hand reached
out for the dildo, the other hand steadying on the hip.
Slowly and carefully twisting, then pulling out almost
all the way before teasingly pushing it back in, which
made Vadim groan and jerk back. "Do you want my
Please." Vadim swallowed dryly. "Have
wanted nothing else all day."
what are you going to do to earn it?" The dildo
poised, remaining inside for another moment.
Vadim groaned. "Whatever you want. Anything. Whatever.
you know what it means that you've accepted the collar?"
Vadim reached up as if to pull at it. "Means
I'm yours," he whispered. "Please, Dan."
The dildo finally moved, and Dan pulled it out, discarding
it to the side. "You are mine, but it means even
more than that." Pulling Vadim back up to stand,
Dan crushed him close, bare back pressed against the
expensive suit, as his fingers lightly moved the clamps
and touched the long-tortured nipples. "It means
that if I told you not to touch your cock and not to
come, you wouldn't. It means if I told you to go get
yourself fucked by the next man who comes along, while
I watch, then you would. And it means that if I tied
you up and left you there, fucking your arse and throat
whenever I pleased, for days in a row, then ... I would."
Vadim shuddered, eyes closed. Any stranger. Control
over his orgasm, his body. Tied up, left. Fucked and
used. He groaned at that, his cock twitched. "Yes."
Licking his lips. "Sir."
Dan shivered, the 'Sir' always did that, as long as
it came from Vadim. And that was what he wanted, beginning
to understand where those 'games' had led to, and that
some of them, like this now, and like the letter carved
into flesh and the collar around Vadim's throat, were
far more than games. As real and as intense as anything
Vadim did with Hooch. "I want you bent over the
couch, legs spread, arms wide." Whispered into
Vadim's ear. "Understood?"
Vadim headed to the couch, bent over it, shuddering
hard, which made his muscles ripple. He spread his arms,
taking hold of the back rest, then forced himself to
step back, and bend in almost a 90 degree angle.
won't be done with you after this." Dan's low voice
had turned husky, taking in the sight and the knowledge
that Vadim really and truly was his - as long as he
wore the collar. Just a piece of leather? No, as much
as a bullet and a string of lapis lazuli beads, and
more beyond. Stepping close, he reached for the lube
he'd left on the couch, squeezing a generous amount
into his hand and warming it, before working three fingers
without preliminaries into Vadim's arse. Muscle loosened
and ready from the dildo. "As long as you wear
the collar you are mine. In every possible sense of
the word. You understand?"
Vadim was shaking, his legs weak, and it took him too
much focus to remain standing when the fingers were
pushed in. "Yessir. I'm yours." His knuckles
paled from the force he used to hold onto the couch.
Unseen from Vadim, Dan's lips parted, then moved into
a smile, while pulling down his zipper and opening the
button, pushing down the briefs. He stroked his cock
a few times to full hardness. Pulling the fingers out,
he swiftly coated is cock, tip touching the ring of
muscle. Just staying there, waiting.
Vadim groaned, looked over his shoulder, when Dan hesitated,
didn't do what he'd anticipated, not as expected, then
realized what it was. "Sir, Please
you fuck me? Use me, Sir."
It was Dan's turn then, to shudder and pull in a sharp,
hissing breath. His cock jumped and his voice was breathless.
"Aye, I will fuck you." Pushing forward, he
didn't need brute force, just unyielding strength, to
push all the way in, until his groin touched Vadim's
muscular buttocks, in one, long stroke. Letting out
a groan when he was deeply embedded.
Vadim's response was beyond his control, his body tightening,
tensing with force, as the stimulation very nearly tipped
him over the edge, but he didn't quite get there.
Pulling out almost completely, Dan thrust back in, and
the force of his body made the nipple clamps move and
pull harshly on the oversensitive flesh. Pushing in
hard enough to feel his balls slap against the tensed
buttocks. Going from naught to full-out, Dan took a
strong grip of Vadim's hips and started to fuck him
with all his need, his stamina increased by having come
before. Vadim clenched around him, suppressing groans,
like his body was so tense that he could hardly breathe,
and it shook him head to toe, when the onslaught finally
did get him there, got him over the edge, and he came,
knees very nearly buckling under his weight and the
immense, blinding relief and near-anguish of climax.
Dan was almost there when Vadim's climax took him along,
muscles clenching, the body under his hands shuddering
without any control, and he almost came, too, but he
pulled out, the effort almost painful. Standing, with
legs braced, cock jutting hard and weeping. "Kneel
and suck me dry." Forcing the words out when all
he wanted was to groan with need.
It was easy going down on his knees. Vadim was dizzy,
but followed the order, glad he could kneel because
he didn't trust his knees to support him. Glad, at the
same time, he'd been clean, so the only taste was that
of lube and Dan, and Vadim could feel how close Dan
was, forcing himself to take the cock deep, almost in
one stride, into his throat, his body protesting as
he was still panting and wanted the oxygen, which was
now cut off. Vadim crossed his wrists behind his back,
position upright, throat tight around Dan, then moving
a bit, telling Dan without words he was ready for anything,
including getting his throat fucked with all the fierceness
Dan needed. They both needed.
And Dan did. Reasserting himself and each other, as
he thrust deep and without mercy. Both hands on Vadim's
head, holding him in a vice grip, driving into him a
few times, before he came, too soon, deeply embedded
down his throat, while Vadim was once more fighting
the struggle to breathe and the gagging reflex, forcing
himself to just take it.
Dan pulled out, still panting, looking down at Vadim
with a strange smile. Tender, open, while inside he
felt scraped raw in a painfully good way, a way that
had him almost burst with emotion, need, gratitude,
and that goddamned love, that had just found another
manifestation. "You're mine," he murmured
hoarsely, as he stroked Vadim's temple and face.
Vadim croaked and cleared his throat, feeling weak and
still so very strong on his knees. Something he'd wanted,
and now that it had been granted. It seemed like a great
idea, something to relish, and he understood more about
Hooch, now. The gratification.
should take a bath." Holding his hand out, Dan
pulled Vadim up, then gently took hold of the nipple
clamps. "Brace yourself ..." Waiting for Vadim
to take a breath, he then swiftly removed both simultaneously,
knowing the pain of blood flooding back into the sensitive
flesh would hurt like a motherfucker, and Vadim gave
a groan, feeling the pain shoot up towards his head
and his guts, and he grimaced. "Fuck."
..." Dan held and touched, kissing Vadim, until
he calmed, then placed his fingers on the collar. "But
this stays." Leaning in to kiss, lowering his head
to carefully lave the raw and swollen nipples, which
made Vadim inhale sharply. Dan then took him to the
bathroom, where he ran a hot bath. The steam soothing,
scents that were as light as his touches, and he shed
his own clothes, joining Vadim in the large tub.
They stayed long enough to relax tensed muscles, and
to feel the heat seep into their bodies, while Dan never
ceased to kiss and touch, and to take care in the most
tender way. Inside, he was still simultaneously raw
and filled, and all those emotions were a tumble in
his mind. Vadim, his. He'd known, but this, this ...
this was different. This was mind-blowing, and he didn't
know where this would lead them.
Vadim stretched out, one hand on Dan's thigh, resting,
replaying the need in his mind, the details, of how
Dan had sounded, how Dan had assumed control. It was
what he'd wanted. All of it. More.
Rubbing Vadim dry, then himself, Dan was meticulous
with the skin beneath the collar, then went back to
the bedroom, where he told Vadim to lie down, and he
lightly bound his wrists in front of him, keeping the
bondage over night. A symbol, rather than discomfort,
Vadim understood, and it seemed like yet another tenderness,
about care, just like the spooning. Holding Vadim close,
one hand on the leather cuffs that circled Vadim's strong
wrists, they fell asleep.
didn't take the collar off Vadim the next morning. It
wasn't time yet to let go once more, holding onto the
image for a while longer, and holding onto what it really
meant; to have collared Vadim and that while he was
wearing the symbol of leather and steel, he was truly
his. And in return, Dan was entirely Vadim's.
He didn't put any of the toys on him, though, except
for holding his wrists, looking down at the narrow cuffs
of black leather, separated now, with discreet D-rings
that folded flat against the cuffs, and he smiled. The
decision was quick, because he had never seen anything
so arousing as Vadim - with his collar, his cuffs and
his scars. And Vadim didn't feel shame wearing those,
accepting the collar like Hooch had accepted, and it
was a strange comfort to wear this. Not his decision,
he understood that, and at the same time, he could always
fight it, always stop the game that wasn't.
All these symbols were once more hidden beneath the
fine suit, the crisp shirt, the cufflinked sleeves and
the exclusive tie. They had to face Nelson, and it was
obvious that the Colonel was not willing to let go,
fighting for his prize with soft words and an intriguing
smile, hiding the madness of possessiveness beneath.
But Vadim was Dan's, and he was aware of this with every
second that he could feel the collar around his throat
and every moment that Dan was beside him, or just in
the same room, somewhere close. Always, while he was
confronted with the Colonel's obsession that grew ever
more dangerous the more Vadim tried to extract himself
out of the web. Nelson was simply not accepting a 'no',
the man was so deluded that whatever Vadim said or did
looked like encouragement to him. It was clear the man
was not going to give up, and they needed to take counter
measures. Trusting in the Baroness.
When they boarded the plane to London Heathrow, Vadim
wore an open leisure shirt, no tie, and the collar and
cuffs were once more safely stashed away with the other
toys in Dan's luggage. The symbols might have been taken
off, but the smile and the way Dan held his hand when
he figured no one was watching, were proof of a new