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[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.

Oh no. No asking. Just doing. I'm the one in charge, remember? You're just here to be used.

[And use the man he would. Garrett liked being dominated, pushed around. He liked the idea of doing just that, so he saw no reason to hold off. Steve pushed a finger into the man, curious how tight he'd really be, and how responsive. He watched Garrett like a hawk, hungry for more sounds, for squirms and jerks and whatever else the man managed.]

[Garrett didn't have time to answer that absolute filth before Steve asserted his claim over Garrett's body. He bit his lip and made a soft, ragged sound under his breath when Steve finally stopped teasing. He hadn't done anything at all yet today, so he was reasonably tight and felt the penetration keenly. If responsiveness was what Steve wanted, he'd be pleased- Garrett sighed in what might have actually been relief at having something inside him. Despite all his size, his bulk, and his strength, the man loved nothing better in the world than being filled.]

Yeah. [If his voice sounded much shakier than a single finger warranted, it was from Steve's words, still sizzling inside him.] Just- just for you to use.

[Oh fuck, he was already aching.]

All mine. Only mine. Tell me how much you want me Garrett. Tell me how much you ache for me.

[He moved his finger in the man, stroking Garrett from the inside. Steve enjoyed touching men, enjoyed it above and beyond just about anything honestly. While sucking someone off was his perpetual go-to, when the dominating instinct was on him he enjoyed making someone squirm. He tried to draw things out, to really make his partner whine and beg. It just made him happy.]

I do. [Quietly but in a strained, whining tone.] Maker's breath, I want you to fuck me.

[All that intensity, all that rage, all that strength- he had to know what it felt like. He had to know how it felt to have those strong arms pinning him down with that cock moving inside him.]

Make me yours.

Say please. Please Garrett. I wanna hear it . . .

[He continued to play with the man. Moving that single finger in and out slowly. Steve wasn't even going to give another finger until Garrett begged him. He wanted the words.]

Please. [Immediately, without a thought.] Please fuck me.

[He hadn't been this turned on and desperate for it in a long time. Somehow, suspecting what insane influence Steve was under and knowing the danger he was in just made this more thrilling and got his cock that much harder. He figured if he gave Steve what he wanted and begged, the man would stop teasing him and would get into proper foreplay.

Hopefully. People under this influence weren't always the most rational or patient. But oh, he ached for it, and submitting felt so good, and giving in was so easy.]

Good. Good boy Garrett. Good boy. Deep breath, hmm?

[Steve didn't wait for the man to comply, he simply pushed in another finger and scissored them. A few moments later he added a third finger, moving all three fairly quickly. He wanted Garrett loose enough to take him without injury. That initial push in needed to be smooth. After that . . .]

[Steve was rushing, going too quickly and Garrett knew it, but he couldn't bring himself to care. So what if it was too quick? He could just heal. If Steve let him. Garrett was banking on that, but he was also too turned-on to care.]

Oh, god.

[Deep breaths. It already stung just a tiny bit, but he knew he could take it. He'd take much bigger (though not many that were human), and it would be fine. All he cared about was how hard he was, and how good Steve felt holding him down like this.]

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