"Where are you taking me?" Dave asked as his lover, blindfolded, led him down a hallway.

"Somewhere… you'll see," Paul laughed navigating the narrow walkway of the New York town houses looking for the right number. "Aaaaaaaaaaah here we are. Careful baby you've got steps to climb."

Dave grumbled as he tripped missing a step. "I said careful," Paul chuckled as he helped Dave straighten and helped him navigate the remaining steps. Reaching the top he rang the doorbell waiting rather impatiently for the door to be opened.

When the door was thrown open the man on the inside laughed at the sight before him. "Come on in guys," PJ said laughing as he stepped back letting in his friends that the fans knew as Triple H and Deacon Batista formerly knows in OVW as Leviathan.

"PJ, that you?" Dave asked trying to look up through the bottom of the blindfold.

"Knock it off!" Paul scolded and smacked Dave in the back of the head.

"Yeah man it's me," PJ laughed hugging his temporarily blind friend.

"I an waaaaaaay confused," Dave muttered grumpily. "I thought I was meeting this man of yours that you've been talking about forever and a day?"

"You are, shithead," Paul laughed enjoying having the advantage over his normally domineering lover for once.

"So what the fuck do I have to be blindfolded for?!" Dave growled growing antsy.

"Relax Lev," PJ said soothingly. "I'll take you to him now. He would have come to you but… well… he's a little tied up at the moment."

Turning PJ climbed the stairs leading up to where the massive bedrooms were, letting Paul help Dave navigate the stairs. PJ ran up and hurried over the plush carpet, his bare feet making no sounds to warn the man inside the open door at the end.

Walking in he saw the man lounging restlessly on the bed and grinned at the snarl he received in return. "Nice to see you're still here," PJ laughed unaffected by the angry expression in the eyes glaring a hole through his head. "Now, now none of that," PJ warned picking up the flogger he'd dropped earlier.

"Holy shit!" PJ heard Paul exclaim and turned to see Paul had arrived with Dave.

"Take this motherfuckin blindfold off me NOW, bitch!" Dave hollered and well-trained Paul immediately raised his hand to obey the master, but was stopped with a simple shake of the head by PJ.

"You know the rules, Michael," PJ said softly using his friend's real first name. "I am in charge here, not him. You, my friend, have a place and it isn't clothed and standing. I would suggest that you strip and get your ass to the bed if you know what is good for you."

Nodding Paul hurried to follow orders knowing this wasn't the moment to rebel. He'd been taught by the best bitch in the business and if Shawn has taught him anything it was when to put up a fuss and when to keep his mouth shut.

"What the fuck are you doing, PJ?" Dave growled and received a slap across the face with the flogger for his trouble. His body went rigid and instinctively he raised his hands to remove the blindfold but received another slap for his trouble. When strong arms grabbed him from behind Dave fought but gave up quickly, realizing he was overpowered by whoever was behind him.

"Good," PJ purred running the leather strand of the flogger over Dave's face as he stepped close. "So you DO know how to follow orders. Well then let me explain how tonight is going to go, dearie. In THIS house… I rule supreme. You… are the bitch just like the two on the bed."

"I ain't nobody's bitch!" Dave growled and PJ tisked. Momentarily PJ moved away then came back with an object in his hands unknown to Dave. When he opened his mouth to complain again he found a rubber ball shoved into his mouth.

"There," PJ said happily slapping one of Dave's cheeks. "Since you can't be quiet on your own I will make sure you don't speak unless I want you to. Now then… I am afraid this… crap on your head has to go! But first things first." Walking away momentarily PJ came back and dropped an item to the floor then straightened holding a pair of leather wrist restraints lined with a white fur. Stepping up PJ let his hot breath hit Dave's neck as he leaned in and connected the restraints to first one wrist then the other capturing Dave's arms behind his back. Kneeling down PJ picked up a pair of ankle restraints and went to put them on Dave but found himself dodging a knee that narrowly missed his cheek.

"YOU'RE GONNA PAY MOTHERFUCKER!" Dave screamed. "CUT THIS CRAP OUT NOW!!" Momentarily PJ froze having never played with Dave before and turned to look at Paul. Getting the nod from his friend that everything was ok Paul instructed the big man holding Dave to throw his captive to the ground. When he did so the oversized giant sat down on Dave's back effectively pinning him to the ground with his massive weight.

Sighing PJ moved to Dave's feet and slipped the leg restraints on. Like the wrist restraints, they were leather with fur lining and were connected with a chain no longer than two feet. Picking two remaining items off the carpet PJ slipped a chain around Dave's neck sliding one end of the chain through a loop at the other end then connected that to the chain connecting the ankles using a chain just long enough to span Dave's height and give him a minimal amount of room to move around.

Climbing off the Dave, PJ looked down at his new captive and grinned. Looking at the bed he saw Paul watching the man already held captive there. "Pick our new friend up, Sal," PJ ordered watching the men. "Then you can go. We won't need you any further this evening.

Easily Sal picked up the smaller man and after placing him on his feet lumbered out of the room. No longer being held captive and not fully aware of the various chains connecting his various body parts Dave took one step and found himself back on the floor choking.

Quickly PJ went to his side and tisked with sympathy. "Shhhhhhhh Davie… the more you fight the more you are going to hurt yourself."

Realizing that he was in a precarious position Dave stopped trying to fight his restraints and relaxed. Quickly PJ loosened the chain around the unhappy man's neck, giving him plenty of room to catch his breath.

"Now as I was going to warn you before you foolishly tried to flee… the chain around your neck is connected to a chain around your feet. So you are going to have to be careful." Standing PJ helped Dave to his feet then patiently led him to the bed where he turned the chained man around and sat him down so that his back was to the men already on the bed.

PJ again walked away and came back carrying a bowl of warm water, a straight razor like barbers use and some shaving cream in a bowl with a brush also like a barber would use. "OK Dave time to get this shit off your head," PJ said softly then looked up to Paul and smiled. "Pauly you have been a VERY good little bitch. Would you like to touch my little friend?"

"Yes, master, please," Paul begged staring at the blood red silk covering the bed.

"Go on baby," PJ allowed as he slipped the blindfold off Dave finally. The hazel eyes that he unveiled blinked getting used to the light then shot daggers at PJ in anger. He tried to turn to see who was behind him, but only received a slap across the cheek with the razor for his troubles.

"Now look what you made me do," PJ tisked and leaning down licked the trail of blood left from where the razor had cut Dave's cheek slightly. "There…all better," PJ whispered in Dave's ear and put the razor down and picked up the shaving cream.

As he covered Dave's head with the cream, PJ smiled darkly as he watch his lover react to Paul's expert touch. "You should see your little bitch boy," PJ said to Dave ignoring the stiffening of his captive's body as he listened to the sounds behind him… his mind imagining what was going on. "God, what beauty… they were made to be together… and you, my pretty one. You will make a WONDERFUL addition to my little family here." Making sure to keep part of his attention on what PJ was saying behind him, Paul turned his head and let his eyes roam freely over the naked man imprisoned on the bed.

His arms were held over his head by more leather restraints, which were locked to a ring high on the wall. The ring was high enough up that the man had to rest on his knees to be comfortable which swerved to stretch out the impressive chest.

Paul lifted shaky hands and ran them over the well-muscled chest as his breath became choppy as the feel of the hot skin under his touch. But it was the eyes… the dark brown orbs glowing with an animalistic need as if more wild animal than human. Eyes and hands roamed until they found the steel rod rising from velvet black curls. Unable to stop himself Paul let his hands fall, and came within inches of what he wanted to touch so badly, but at the last moment stopped, leaving them to hover antagonizingly in the air teasing the restrained man.

PJ watched and chuckled softly as the battle waged inside Paul. "Ahh Davey Boy…I think your cub wants something very badly. I think he has found someONE that he wants very badly." By now Dave was rigid with anger. His muscles tight and quivering. His teeth sinking into the rubber ball in his mouth.

"You want something Paul?" PJ asked watching Dave's eyes snap angrily at him.

"Oh yes, master please…please! I will be a good bitch," Paul begged eyeing the steel and velvet hungrily. "Please just let me… let me pleasure him."

"In just a moment," PJ promised having finished cleaning the hair from Dave's head. Gathering the razor and other items PJ took them to the bathroom and came back with a mirror and a huge soft towel. Running the towel over Dave's head to finish cleaning it, PJ hung it around Dave's neck then held up the mirror. "OK Pauly… please him. And IF you do a good job, I will reward you."

Dave watched helplessly as Paul nodded eagerly and let his hands fall to caress the hard cock in front of him. The small mirror would not allow him to see who this man was stealing his lover's attentions but he guaranteed that he would pay… dearly."

Hands shaking, Paul caressed the cock hard yet feeling so soft at the same time. Unaware that Dave was watching him Paul leaned in to taste the skin of the man's stomach seeing the muscles contract, as he grew nearer. Stopping at the last second he asked, "May I?"

"Yes Paul," PJ allowed smiling as sweat began beading Dave's forehead.

Leaning the rest of the way in, Paul licked the salty skin then sucked a small patch into his mouth making the man behind that skin moan with desire. As his mouth worked on the stomach his hands leisurely grazed up and down the hardened cock as if he was in no rush to bring the ecstasy that he knew possible. Letting the skin slip from his mouth with his teeth, Paul nipped at the reddened patch feeling his body stir at the sharp intake of breath it brought knowing pleasure when he heard it.

"He liked that," PJ confirmed softly and Paul nodded then began nipping his way over the skin sucking at first then nipping letting the bites get harder and harder each time allowing the man to guide him with his pleasure sounds.

Dave was growing out of his mind with rage. This was HIS bitch, HIS lover, HIS possession they were directing… and the longer that he pleasured the other man the more certain a whole lotta pain was to come to him in the near future.

PJ could feel the rage pouring through Dave and felt his body react accordingly. Watching he saw the bit marks covering his lover's stomach and the pre-cum beginning to slip from his cock.

"He is growing close Pauly. Why don't you let that pretty mouth and teeth explore what your hands already know?" Lowering his head Paul took as much of the cock into his mouth as he could then pulled up allowing his teeth to skim the sensitive skin. When the man just arched in response Paul knew he was ok and decided to explore the levels of this man's love of pleasure pain.

Opening his throat Paul took all of the man in letting him slide through his mouth and down his throat. Once he was all the way in he let his teeth sink in lightly then raised his head allowing his teeth to graze the rigid staff until he reached the head. When all he got were moans of pleasure from the man and coos of approval from PJ, Paul knew he was onto something here. Not loosening his jaw Paul let his teeth slide back down the man's shaft and when the captive arched quickly sending himself shooting into Paul he knew that this was a man who loved pain.

Finding his teeth and lips back at the base Paul lifted his hands and wrapped them around each ball and this time as he raised and lowered his head quicker than the first time he squeezed them, receiving dark chuckles from PJ and again knew he'd done well. He could feel the man shaking under him and when PJ said, "bite harder Paul," he felt sweat begin to cover the man's skin.

His mind racing, Paul let his teeth sink in, reasoning the man would stop him when he was biting too tightly. When he heard the unintelligible sound shoot from his mouth gagged with it's own ball Paul know he had reached the level but was slightly panicked knowing this was harder that something he would enjoy and had to fight his own instincts for a few moments.

His fear only seemed to feed the man though and squeezing his balls tighter, Paul began to move slowly at first but when the man tried to take over quickly increased the pace until his teeth and lips were flying over the staff. Realizing he was neglecting the head and knowing he had to pleasure it if he was going to give this man all he could take Paul began humming softly them increased the volume until he was practically shouting.

The captive could feel his body tightening as his mind and soul took in the pain and pleasure being inflicted upon his cock and balls. When PJ's voice shot though the haze surrounding his mind screaming, "COME NOW" the captive came, arching and screaming loudly as the ball gag allowed shooting down Paul's throat.

When he was spent, the man collapsed back glad as he often was for the wall's support. Opening his eyes after several long moments he became aware of PJ praising Paul for his good work ignoring the man nearly out of control with rage. The man knew he would be the one to pay for Dave's anger and honestly he couldn't wait.

As Paul snuggled into the captive's stomach wishing that he could release the strong arms to circle him protectively, for he finally remembered Dave. Seeing the mirror PJ had been holding and the rage in his lover's eyes, he knew that he was in deep shit if Dave got hold of him.

"Don't worry Paul," PJ soothed dropping the mirror face down on he bed and turning his eyes to Dave. "You won't be the one that pays."

"Would you like to see who it is you are going to tear apart?" PJ asked. Dave was so furious he couldn't even respond. Fortunately PJ didn't need an answer and helped the man to stand and turn.

"Meet Vin Diesel," PJ whispered in Dave's ear then laughed evilly knowing that something close to carnage would be happening before the night was over.

Dave stood seething at the end of the bed as he watched Paul cower into Vin and PJ laughed darkly by his side. "Now I know you want to get your hands on Vin, but I am afraid that isn't going to be happening just yet," PJ informed the outraged man. "Oh but don't go anywhere, 'cause you will get your turn… eventually."

Laughing PJ moved to crawl up the bed leaving Dave to watch helplessly. "Shhhhhh Pauly," PJ soothed reaching the two men and kissing Paul's cheek before straightening and removing the ball gag from Vin's mouth. Tossing it aside he asked, "Enjoy him love?"

"You know I did," Vin said smartly and grinned then leaned in to capture his lover's lips. "But you know what I need now."

"Oh yes I do," PJ replied and looked down at Paul then back to Dave before he turned his grin to Vin.

"I know that grin, Love," Vin said, grinning himself in response, having a feeling he knew where PJ was going. Quickly he looked down at Paul then back up to PJ who just nodded and laughed.

"Oh, you are just wonderful, darling," Vin said before laughing.

"Pauly," PJ said softly urging the bigger man to straighten, "When was the last time you fucked someone?"

Paul gasped, surprised then eyed Dave quickly before answering. "L.. l… last person I topped was S..S…Seany."

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh baby," PJ soothed, taking the man in his arms and claiming his lips in a sweet tender kiss then let it grow hot and heavy, knowing full well what his Kliq mate liked. When the big blonde was shaking under his hands, PJ grabbed his face and forced the empty-headed blonde to look at him as he pushed Dave further out of Paul's mind. "How would you like to fuck Vin?"

Paul gasped loudly this time and, as it had a mind of its own, his cock quickly rose to stand at full attention. "I think that mean's he's interested," Vin's husky voice drawled before laughing seductively.

"Please," Paul begged turning his eyes from PJ to Vin. "Please… do you mean it?"

"Oh course Pauly," PJ replied quietly leaning over and placing kisses all over Paul's face. "I am Kliq…would I lie to you?"

As Paul melted under PJ's attention, Vin watched as Dave seethed and wondered which was gonna happen first… the ball gag getting bitten in half or Dave exploding with rage.

Laughing at the other man Vin turned his attention to PJ and Paul, seeing their kiss had broken and Paul was again eyeing him hungrily. "Well baby," Vin purred, "Why don't you show me what else you got?"

PJ backed off the bed and stripped quickly shedding his tight black t-shirt and the loose leather pants he'd been wearing. On the bed Paul turned and grabbed Vin's lips, lifting his hands. Paul let his fingers curl into Vin's and rubbed his body into him as well, as the kiss rapidly became rabid and rough. Quickly PJ climbed onto the bed and without giving Paul any warning sneaked up behind him and sank his teeth into Paul's muscular shoulder hard enough to draw blood.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh," Paul screamed ripping his mouth from Vin's and taking advantage PJ leaned in and took the just released lips of his lover for himself.

Vin growled deep in his throat tasting the metallic taste of Paul's blood on PJ's lips and arched his hips into Paul needingly. Not to be left out Paul raised his own hands and ran his short fingernails down Vin's chest as his mouth found the tender flesh of Vin's neck. Once there he bit and nibbled until Vin, between PJ and Paul's ministrations, was writhing with need. Paul could feel the recently pleasured cock rehardening as it rose to rest between Paul's legs.

Suddenly PJ broke contact with Vin and eased back letting Paul steal the lips back. Easing back only long enough to free the rising erection, Paul leaned back in, rubbing his erection into Vin's as his fingers dug into the flesh of Vin's hands painfully.

"It's time," PJ whispered into Paul's ear and sinking his fingers into Paul's hair pulled him off Vin violently letting Paul fall into his chest. Fortunately the ring on the wall turned and Vin was able to maneuver until his back was to PJ and Paul then moved back as far as he could without breaking his wrists giving himself room to maneuver knowing he and PJ would have to do most of the work.

When PJ saw Vin was ready he let Paul go and whispering in his ear said, "OK go get him baby, but remember to spread your legs as far as you can to make up for the height difference between you and Vin and I."

Paul nodded and quickly moved up behind Vin at first just wrapping his arms around Vin's waist and sinking his mouth and teeth back into Vin's neck. Letting his hands lower Paul stroked Vin's cock until it was again fully erect. The pillows Vin was kneeling on gave him a little extra height.

"So tell me Vin," Paul purred, "how much do you like pain?"

"Bring it on baby," Vin purred and before the words were barely out of his mouth Paul had the tip of his cock surging into Vin's ass.

Vin's screams of pain fed the fire blazing through Paul's veins until he found himself in a similar state as PJ rammed his own cock up Paul's ass. "Payback's a bitch Pauly," PJ purred. "Now be a good little bitch and just stay there while Vin and I do the work, huh? Don't neglect Vin's little man either."

Rearing back PJ withdrew them shoved his cock back into Paul's ass making him scream again forcing Paul further into Vin who screamed as well. This time when PJ pulled back Vin moved his hips forward and almost in perfect timing with PJ shoved them back, this time he and Paul screaming in unison.

Dave watched, slipping over the edge of sanity as Paul fucked and got fucked completely. He watched as PJ surged into Paul over and over, but it was Vin that his gaze was locked on. He was the intruder here…. He would be the one that had to pay.

Having come so recently Vin was the first to find his release, shooting his seed over the headboard and his stomach as it splattered. Having Vin tighten so completely around him sent Paul soaring next and he came with a scream into Vin's ass. PJ wasn't quite done yet though and pounded into Paul for another good 5 minutes before allowing himself to come as he again sank his teeth into Paul's skin, drawing more blood.

Chests heaving, the three men collapsed into each other with Vin getting squeezed into the wall. Remembering Dave, PJ pulled Paul back and off the bed leaving Vin to recover. Leading Paul across the room, PJ sat Paul down on a long couch then walked across the room and opened the two tall mirrored doors, revealing a plethora of sex toys. Picking a bullwhip off the wall, he walked back to where Dave was standing. Kneeling he quickly unchained his ankles and undid the restraints on both ankles and wrists, then slipped the neck choker off and threw it aside. Walking around front he lifted his hands to remove the ball gag but suddenly found part of it falling to the floor. Blinking in surprise, he didn't even have time to react as the other half came flying out of Dave's mouth where it bounced off PJ's forehead.

His entire body shaking Dave grabbed the whip from PJ's hands then roughly shoved him aside. "Stay out of my way, bitch," Dave growled softly and the hairs on the back of Paul's neck rose. This was NOT going to be pretty.

PJ was only momentarily stunned then got up walked back to the couch. Sitting down he reached under and pulled out a tazer and Paul thought it looked quite familiar. "It's Scotty's," PJ confirmed scooting back to fit into Paul's arms.

"Your boy is in deep shit," Paul warned and PJ just snickered.

"He's gonna love every moment of it," PJ assured. "But just in case…" Pushing the button on the tazer he sent the instrument crackling menacingly.

Vin had his head resting against the wall unsuspectingly when the first strike came. His head jerked back and a scream erupted from his lips. "WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!?"

He turned his face to see what was going on when the whip cracked again coming dangerously close to hitting his cheek. "HEY! Stay away from the face fuckhead! Unlike us, his pretty mug is a big part of his meal ticket."

"Pete?" Vin called confused as the whip struck his back again.

"S'just Dave baby," PJ called softly. "I think he's a little pissed that you touched his bitch."

Vin groaned and arched his back as the whip struck again and he could already feel blood trickling down his back. "Bitch if you wanna hurt me you're gonna have to do better than that." Vin called, but when he found his head suddenly slammed into the wall, he whimpered.

"Not such a big mouth now are ya bitch boy?" Dave growled.

"You must be confused," Vin taunted. "Paul's the bitch and an awfully sweet tastin' one at that." Growling, Dave grabbed Vin by the throat and pulled his head back then slammed it against the wall again growling with rage his hands tightening around the neck.

The only thing that stopped him from wringing the life out of the pretty faced actor was a whip cracking dangerously close to his ear. Jerking back, he let go of Vin's neck and snarled at PJ as Vin gasped for breath.

"That would be MY property that you are trying to kill there, jackass," PJ reminded menacingly. "Play nice or I'm shoving this up your ass." Holding up the tazer he set it crackling again and Dave stepped off the bed. Giving himself a second to regain something resembling control Dave paced to the toy cabinet and eyed its contents.

Watching Lev, PJ made his way to the bed and knelt next to Vin, placing a hand on his partner's bald head. "You ok, baby?"

Vin nodded as his eyes opened and PJ stared into the dark brown depths. "You wanna stop?" PJ asked, ready for yes to come, but amazingly enough, Vin shook his head no.

"I ain't done with him yet," Dave snarled and PJ looked up to see the whip back in his hand and a spiked leather restraint wrapped around his fist.

Suddenly it was PJ's turn to be unsure of this situation. He'd never allowed anyone to hurt Vin before and didn't know as he liked the idea of giving that control to anyone… but especially someone HE had pushed over the edge. What seemed like such a good idea earlier seemed like a big mistake now.

"Please Pete," Vin whispered sensing his mate's uncertainty. "I want this… I need this."

PJ looked into Vin's big brown eyes and, as always when his love wanted something, melted. Sliding off the silk PJ walked to the end of the bed and unafraid got right in Dave's face.

"You remember one thing baldy," PJ purred evilly. "That is MY bitch you are hurting. You do something I don't like… you leave any permanent marks… and I'm gonna getcha."

When Paul tugged on his arm, PJ allowed himself to be pulled back to the couch where he was pulled and pretty effectively restrained in Paul's strong arms. At this point he wasn't going anywhere unless PAUL allowed it, and that wasn't helping PJ's uncertainty.

"Well then where were we?" Vin asked smartly and received a strike to the back again from the whip. "Oh yeah…there." He cracked and received another lashing for his effort.

Looking at the smart mouthed actor Dave's only thought was HIS bitch's hands on the pretty boy. His only concern was whipping the touch from Vin's body even if he had to bloody every inch of him. Raising his arm he struck again and again and again until Vin's back was a mess of bloody cuts and welts. On the couch PJ was fighting the arms holding him, enraged at the control that he had given up.

Flinging the whip aside Dave climbed onto the bed and hovered behind the whimpering actor. "You had enough yet pretty boy?" Dave snarled.

"Not even close, Neanderthal," Vin spat weakly and received a punch in the back from the stud covered fist as a payback. Again Vin's back was beaten and bloodied further as the spikes were driven into the skin, tearing it ruthlessly.

The scent of blood filled the room and the sound of PJ's screams hung in the air both combined served to enflame Dave's need further than it had already been stoked.

Releasing the studs, Dave tossed them aside and, with one hand, undid his jeans and freed his erection. "You think you can try and take MY bitch and get away with it?" Dave screamed in Vin's ear pressing the actor's face into the stucco covered walls.

"You think your gonna get away with this?" Dave whispered and as he sank his teeth into Vin's neck, drawing a good amount of blood, shoved his cock into the already tender ass of Vin Diesel.

On the couch Paul was afraid he was going to have to hurt PJ to keep him from interfering, but so far there wasn't any indication that Vin was an unwilling participant. Unless he showed some sign of changing his mind, PJ wasn't stopping the ass kicking HE had made sure Vin was going to get. On the bed, Dave was pounding Vin's ass unmercifully and showed no signs of letting up. Paul knew from experience that he could go as long as he wanted, but doubted that his young bald friend could last much longer.

"Dave," he called softly and his head snapped around. Quickly he looked at PJ's face and knew it was time to end it.

"You're lucky bitch," Dave snarled as he paused briefly. "Your lover is the only thing saving your worthless ass. If you ever touch my bitch again or con his empty little head into touching you… I'll finish what I started."

Then he deliberately pounded Vin's ass a handful more times before releasing all over his ass cheeks.

Seeing it was over, Paul let PJ go as Dave slipped off the bed. Getting up he moved to his lover's side and shook his head as he saw Dave was watching the obviously upset PJ tend to his loved one. Shaking his head in confusion Paul muttered, "You fucking doms make no goddamn sense."

Dave snorted and led Paul out of the room so PJ and Vin could get some peace. "After all the years you've been a twink you should understand this whole process by now," Dave chided pulling Paul into what seemed to be an empty room.

"I get the process," Paul argued annoyed. "What I don't get is why you people get such pleasure out of hurting US and yet, if someone ELSE so much as DARES to touch your twink in something resembling pain, you fall apart."

Dave chuckled and sat on the bed pulling Paul into his lap. "That's because when WE are inflicting the pain we know the line. We know they are safe. We know they are cared for. But when someone else does it we know they are in danger and we can't save them if something happens. With that hold you had on PJ he KNEW that there was NO WAY he could save Vin if I got out of control."

"As if you would do that," Paul snorted and Dave just smiled and it was his turn to shake his had.

"I guess you missed the part where I tried to choke him to death," Dave scolded and Paul just snorted.

"You were only playing," Paul said defensively but frowned when Dave shook his head.

"No I wasn't baby," Dave said softly. "I wasn't playing at all and PJ knew it. THAT is why he fought so hard to get to Vin. He knew his lover was in danger and HE had put him there."

Frowning Paul looked up at Dave, but when he was rolled onto his back, he forgot all about PJ and Vin Diesel.

Once Paul released him, PJ flew to his lover's side and tenderly released the bloody and exhausted man from his restraints. Tenderly he pulled him into his arms and rocked him quietly resting his cheek against the top of Vin's head. "You ok?" Vin finally asked sensing PJ's turbulent emotions.

Sniffling PJ smiled. "Here you are - bloody, beaten and savagely attacked and you ask me if I'm ok."

"Well, I know tomorrow I'm gonna hurt like hell, but at the moment I'm pretty much numb. PJ I'm ok. He didn't do anything I wasn't up for." Vin sighed when he felt the outrage fill PJ.

"HE NEARLY KILLED YOU VIN!" PJ yelled and Vin sighed.

"Well yeah, but you stopped him," Vin said shrugging. "I was safe. You would never let him seriously hurt me. And I swear I loved every moment of it."

"You are one seriously fucked up individual you know that?" PJ cursed getting up and moving to the bathroom where he turned the water on in their huge shower. When the water reached the temperature he was happy with he came back out to see Vin struggling to stand.

"Damnit will you wait,": PJ cursed again and Vin smiled.

"You spoil me," Vin sighed as PJ tried to figure out how to get him to the bathroom without putting an arm around his raw back.

"Baby I swear I can't feel a thing," Vin promised. "At this point you touching my back is going to be the LEAST of my worries."

Shaking his head PJ slipped his arm around Vin's waist and again muttered, "Seriously fucked up."

"Yeah but that's why you love me," Vin said cockily and this time PJ gave something resembling a real chuckle.

"Yeah you're right," PJ replied easing Vin into the shower and turning him so that the water would run over the bloody back. When Vin winced and tried to arch away PJ shook his head and muttered again. "Numb huh?"

"I love you," Vin said softly and PJ's eyes snapped to Vin's as he smiled.

"And I love you too," PJ replied kissing his lover softly. Lifting a hand he brushed it over a cheek and smiled as they stared into each other's eyes. "But if you think I'm sharing you again soon or letting you talk me into something this brutal ANYTIME in the next 10 decades you are SERIOUSLY out of your mind."

"Ya know somethin," Vin said smiling. "I think I will be satisfied for quite awhile. The only person's hands that I want on me from now on are yours." Satisfied PJ stepped into Vin and rested his hands on Vin's head as his lover showed him just how content with him he really was.

THE END!!