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[It was all so good: the looming, the intensity with which Steve pushed against him, the growl that sent a thrill all the way down to his toes. Fuck, Garrett wanted it again, he wanted to hear that growl in his ear while being held down, he wanted all that strength used to hold him down.

When Steve obliged him by gripping his hair, the simple feeling left Garrett's head spinning, almost dizzied from the growl, that soft, sexy moan, how fiercely Steve was kissing him. In spite of Steve's firm grip in his hair, Garrett couldn't resist the urge to try and move closer, answering Steve's moan with a soft sound of his own.]

[He'd had no idea he was going to be getting a sexygram, but Steve wasn't upset about it. He took a step forward, body pushing Garrett's back against the wall as the man tried to move closer. It definitely brought them closer, but it kept the power on his side. Steve liked that. He liked being in charge. Sure, now and then he craved dominance from someone else, but not at the moment. With Garrett, they both wanted him to be in charge.

Steve growled again and ground his hips against the man, the hand in Garrett's hair tightening. More. He wanted more.]

[Garrett hadn't even intended to turn it into a sexy thing, it just sort of happened. It happened when Steve couldn't take his hands off of Garrett's face, when he said unless they give consent, and asked about what was under his clothes. Somewhere between those little moments, every bit of attraction he'd ever felt for the man came roaring back in full force until Garrett could hardly breathe for wanting.

And now, with those same strong hands on him, Steve's mouth claiming his, tongue invading him like a conquest, with those growls that sent warmth and electricity racing down his spine- oh, now Garrett felt half-mad with it. Soft moans hummed under his breath as Steve walked him back and pressed him against the wall, as Garrett opened up, inviting Steve to take his mouth as fiercely as Garrett hoped he'd take his body. He nipped at Steve's lip and stroked his tongue against Steve's, sucking lightly until Steve made a sound. A rush of heat at that delicious friction, cock waking up with every grind of Steve against him, and Garrett broke the kiss to pull away, eyes sharp and hungry.]

As fun as this is, maybe we should-

[move to the bed, he plans to say, but purposely makes it sound like he's going to argue. Just to be a shit.]

[He made a protesting sound as Garrett broke the kiss, breathing hard as the man pulled away a little. Steve blinked slowly as the guy started to talk, and why was he talking? Weren't they supposed to be kissing? Maybe taking that next step even? he had a trace of blood on his tongue from those teeth and Steve sucked at the tiny wound absently as he tried to make the words make sense, then he was growling.

Stop? The man wanted to stop? After all that lead up? After all that submission? Normally Steve would have backed off and listened, but he didn't feel quite like himself. He felt demanding and hungry and possessive. Garrett was his dammit! He'd decide when they stopped!]

[He snarled and twisted his hand in Garrett's hair, yanking the man's head back and exposing his neck. Steve leaned in and bit down hard enough to hurt a little, though not enough to draw blood. Yet. He growled against hot skin and a fluttering pulse, trying not to remember not to break the skin.]

If you say stop, I'm gonna hurt you. And give you another scar. So everyone knows you're mine.

[Steve yanked his hair viciously enough to draw a soft, low cry of pain from Garrett's throat, tight and sharply stinging where Steve was biting him almost hard enough to break skin. The first thought to fly through his mind was oh shit- his thoughts skipped back to Dodger, to another man seized with with this aggressive, domineering madness only a week ago. If this was the same kind of thing, then-

He knew how dangerous this situation was. Steve was obviously stronger than him, and there was a very sudden, very real possibility that Garrett didn't know him as well as he thought- and even if this was just more of Hell's bullshit, it didn't change the immediate danger.]

Oh god.

[He knew exactly how much danger he was in. But that gasp wasn't all fear or shock; it was breathless, as helpless as the way his cheeks flushed and mouth went dry. Garrett licked his lips and found his words again, voice wavering a little, trying to think over his heart pounding.]

-Move to the bed. I was going to say we should- move to the bed.

[There was no doubt in Garrett's mind that the man actually would follow through with that violence, forcing if necessary - whether Hell-influenced or not, it didn't matter. He had to explain himself, while suppressing a whimper at how his cock (half-hard only moments ago) strained almost painfully in his jeans.]

[The sound of pain and the little gasped words were music to Steve's ears. He laved the bite with his tongue, gentling the contact as Garrett all but fell over himself to try and appease him. Good. That was exactly what Steve wanted at the moment, to have Garrett doing whatever he wanted.

The tremor in the man's voice made him purr, as did the way Garrett's body reacted. So, the guy liked being pushed around and threatened, did he? Steve could understand that. In certain circumstances with certain people, so did he. But not at the moment. He growled again, though it was softer and more playful. And he pressed a kiss to the bite before meeting Garrett's eyes.]

Do you think you deserve the bed Garrett? You tried to run just now. I think the best you deserve is a wall. Or better yet, the floor . . .

Not running.

[Fuck, he whimpered. He actually whimpered in Steve's grip from the low, gently dull pain of Steve's brutal grip on his hair. It wasn't letting up and with every passing second Garrett hurt a little more, pain building a little more as his blood heated a little more. This was the last thing he expected from Steve but the danger made him dizzy with lust that clawed his insides until he could scarcely breathe.]

I really did want to suggest the bed, I was just. Being a shit about it.

[Those blue eyes bored into him so intensely that Garrett felt completely exposed. Vulnerable, stripped bare under the man's piercing gaze. He knew instinctively that Steve was going to do exactly what he wanted with him. Garrett would have no choice but to take it, but- but he could try to make things better on himself.]

I'm sorry. I'll be good.

[Fuck, nothing had made his submissive side come out this hard in a long time. All he wanted was to appease Steve and make him happy- and, just maybe, know what it felt like to get disciplined by those strong hands. Just the idea made him hot.]

Liar. It's not a good idea to lie to me Garrett. Odds are I can smell it.

[Steve leaned in again, nose against Garrett's throat as he pulled in a deep, audible breath, letting it out slowly as a caress over the man's skin. He actually could tell when people lied a good portion of the time. He could hear it in their heartrates, smell it on the air, see the way their bodies betrayed them with tiny tells. Garrett was hard and getting harder. He wasn't lying, just getting more and more excited. And it smelled good.

He growled again and pulled back, then yanked on Garrett's hair again, bringing the man's face into a better position for him to get at. Steve leaned in again and kissed that nick in the man's brow, then licked it for good measure. And then gently bit it. He had no clue why it was such a hot button for him, but it was. Boy was it ever!]

Will you Garrett? Will you be a good boy for me? What if I said I didn't like good little boys?

[Garrett let out another sound with the harsh yank on his hair, almost yelping with pain as Steve leaned in close. Fuck, he was so hard, aching in so many ways, feeling utterly helpless before this man's strength. (That was always a hot button for him- as huge and strong as he was, it was very rare for him to meet someone who could thoroughly overpower him. Almost nothing was more exciting to him than being made helpless.)

The questions came one after the other, low and threatening and adding a note of faint moaning to his breaths. He frowned a little at the last, unsure of how to respond.]

I- don't know. [What? Unfair, why-] I want to be good for you.

[Cute. Very cute. He chuckled and kissed the scar again, then the man's temple. His hand was still tight in Garrett's hair, keeping the man's head right where he wanted it.]

I want you on your knees Garrett. I want you spread and ready for me. Can you do that? Do you want to do that? I can feel how hard you are, smell your excitement . . .

[Garrett tried to nod, but of course he couldn't. Not with Steve holding him that tight. Instead he swallowed around a hard lump in his throat, licked his suddenly bone-dry lips, and murmured an answer.]

Yes. I can do that.

[He licked his lips again.]

I, ah... There's a spell I know, to summon- well, I haven't actually had to open a bottle of lube in years. Should I...?

[Best not to assume what Steve wants or will allow.]

A spell? Magic? Really?

[There's a lot of layers to those words. Steve was fascinated by magic and he would never get enough. To see such a useful spell was just so much better! He let Garrett go and stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest.]

Go on then! Strip and get wet. I wanna see it.

[Garrett stepped back, catching his balance with a gasp when Steve abruptly let him go. It had been a while since he'd gone from zero to turned on so abruptly, and it made his head spin a little. With a glance around him that had him feeling distinctly caught off-guard, Garrett started to peel his shirt over his head, dropping it unceremoniously on the floor. The weight of Steve's gaze hung heavy over him, those ice blue eyes burning into him so hot he dragged it out a little, shimmying his jeans slowly down his thighs before stepping out of them. Revealing his body slowly, a little at a time, before Steve's hungry stare.

When it was over, he felt... exposed. Almost awkward at the command he had to follow. (Had to, as if there truly was no choice.) After an awkward glance around Garrett approached the nearby table and bent over it, settling on his elbows with his ass in the air. There was a long moment where he lingered over his next step, and the phrase get wet that made him shiver. It was the kind of thing you'd say about a woman, and having that wording used on him always sent a little thrill down his spine. Not to mention the pure vulnerability of spreading his legs so wide, baring himself to Steve's gaze.]

Okay, don't... laugh.

[Not that he thought Steve would, but Garrett didn't actually know what it would look like to the other man. He'd used this spell on other people before, but always with eyes used to seeing magic. How would this look to someone uninitiated, that little swirl of green light from his hand? Despite his experience with this spell, he suddenly couldn't remember if it came paired with lights elsewhere, or if he would simply be wet suddenly.]

[It wasn't a bad choice. Garrett did the show well too. He'd have to move the guy when he'd done his magic, but that was part of the game. Steve stepped in closer as Garrett bent there, exposed and vulnerable. He resisted the urge to reach out and make it more difficult for the man. But boy did he want to touch. A lot.]

Why would I laugh? Magic is awesome! I should make you do more while we're fucking . . .

[His smile was positively evil. Steve had a dark side he rarely indulged, but when someone asked for it . . . well. How could he say no? So he watched with hungry eyes, waiting for the magic as well as the results. And there it was! A soft green glow started in the man's hand and a moment later his ass started to glow as well. Steve stared, lips parted in surprise. That was . . . really neat! It was just the faintest trace of the same green and it died quickly. But he'd still seen it in the glistening lube that stayed behind.]

Well well! That was a half-decent show after all! Good boy Garrett. Good boy . . .

[Garrett couldn't see Steve's face, but he could hear the evil in his voice. It dragged a finger down his spine with a hot shiver as he lowered himself down to the table, hands splayed flat and cheek touching the cool wood. Spread and ready for Steve to use.]

I can do stamina and healing, too.

[A fact people had abused in the past, knowing he could heal himself in real time.]

[Steve snorted and closed the distance between them. His hands dragged down the man's spine to his ass, giving a long, rough caress.]

You said you could heal before and didn't. Don't think I believe you this time. But the stamina might be fun. We'll see if you need it. Now, do you remember what I said before? Hmm?

[No. Yes. Probably. It didn't really matter, because Garrett decided to be a shit and prove himself right. His hand light up with a blue-white glow that swirled tinkling lights up his arm and to his neck, healing the deep bruises forming there.]

No.

[With a little smirk that he knew he'd regret.]

Wrong answer!

[It was a snarl and Steve grabbed the man, hauling him up and off the table before tossing Garrett in the floor. He followed the man down, pinning him easily. Steve growled next to Garrett's ear, one hand digging into the muscles that were now healed to make brand new bruises.]

Little bitch! You took away all those marks! Now I'm gonna hafta put 'em all back! I liked the ones I made! Fucking hell! I didn't tell you to do that!

[On instinct, Garrett tried to fight, but Steve's reflexes were simply faster than his, and his strength greater, meaning the man was able to toss Garrett to the ground like a ragdoll and pin him down like it was nothing. Well, maybe not nothing, Garrett was still monstrously strong and able to put up a decent fight, but his struggling was for naught. His heart pounded in his throat with the knowledge that this man was stronger, faster, and definitely fueled by the same Hell-induced madness that drove good men to acts of violence.

Shit.]

Now you know you can hurt me without worrying.

[Possibly not the smartest response.]

Anything you want.

Liar liar, pants on fire. Green fire apparently. I don't think I can believe you Garrett. You already lied to me once about healing damage. And you just vanished away some truly beautiful bruises. What proof do I have you'll live up to your obligations? Hmm?

[He kept the man pinned but worked his hand between Garrett's thighs, pushing higher and higher. Might as well tease some more, right?]

Proof Garrett. You got any?

[Garrett hisses, squirming a little in Steve's tight hold.]

I just fucking gave you proof. I literally healed an injury as proof. You-

[Fuck, Steve's hand is moving up his body, closer and closer to-]

-You can do anything you want and you don't have to worry. If you want me to heal something, I'll do it.

[oh god he can't focus on anything but Steve's touch, the heavy weight of him, the ringing in his head from taking a blow. Fear still pounds in his chest but mingled with the fires of lust.]

I promise. You can hurt me, if you want.

[And despite the danger, he kind of wants it.]

You healed without permission. How do I know you won't just do it again?

[His fingers tickled the man's balls as he spoke, enjoying the torture.]

I don't think you can help yourself Garrett. You have to keep pushing, just like I do. But if you heal again without permission . . .

[Steve took his hand away again, letting the man just lay there as his weight pinned Garrett down. Waiting.]

I won't. [He jerks at the tickling touch and pulls uselessly against Steve's grip with a stifled little noise.] That one was just because you didn't believe me.

[A deep, slow breath. Fuck, he can't wait for Steve to- do whatever he's going to do. Being helpless under this man and utterly at his mercy has Garrett's pulse racing, and the thought of Steve leaving marks or hurting him is too fucking tempting to resist.]

I'll be good.

I'll stop. Disobey me again, and I'll just leave you Garrett. I'll dump you outside the door naked and hard. I'm not in a kindly mood today.

[His hand moved again, teasing the man's ass instead, stroking the wetness there.]

Do we understand each other Garrett?

[Another soft sound slips out of him, a quiet, deep thing from the trail of Steve's fingers over his achingly sensitive skin.]

Yes. I'll ask first if I want anything, I promise.

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