She inched towards the door slowly. The sounds from within were unmistakable. She knew what was going on inside that room without even looking… without ever looking. Her imagination told her the story that her eyes couldn't. The men inside that room…. One she loved and the other a friend. Each man fulfilling a need for the other. Each man fulfilling a need for her.

Again she inched closer to the door, some parts of her wanting to know, to understand this part of him, while another part of her screamed no! She loved her Scotty. Hers being something different than the man in that room tied to the bed. She loved him… loved him as much as the one that she sometimes thought of as completely hers.

Fans never failed to amaze her and his fans… the fans of this enigma known as Raven especially, for it was Raven tied to that bed - not her Scotty. They loved him. They followed and sometimes even worshiped him as if he were some dark deity dropped from the heavens to bring pain to the world. They praised his mystery and begged his holiness to bestow upon them his pain so that they might suffer with him. They assumed that this deity of pain and self destruction was all that existed in the mortal flesh and bones that made up his physical self, leaving Scott Levy as not even an afterthought , but she… she thought about him.

She was one of the new, and maybe the only, who worshipped at the feet of Scott Levy putting him upon her pedestal up high, marveling at his beauty and simplicity. It was he that gave her the simple pleasure of companionship offering her gifts as breathtaking and yet at the same time as basic as himself. The sight of him sleeping in the morning light was one of her favorite gifts knowing that the look of peace upon his face would not last once the world intruded upon their solitude. The feel of his strong arms wrapped around her as they cuddled up upon the couch watching her favorite shows knowing that she was completely safe from that pain that he was so famous… or maybe infamous…for was another simply joy. A smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye was a gift that could forgive almost any transgression for they were, she felt, things that belonged to her…. Things that he did not often share with the rest of the world, at least not those that chose to look upon him as only that deity. A prince of gentleness and comfort… that was her Scott Levy.

Never did he allow the deity of pain to enter their lives and she had always before been able to shrug off her intrigue at his allure. But not tonight… Maybe it was because she was not supposed to be here. He thought her gone for the evening and himself safe to beg for his darker pleasures. Whatever the reason this night it was a draw stronger that a drug for the addict. This night she was unable to stop herself from offering up her vein so that she might be injected with this wisdom of understanding even thought she knew that this might be her downfall. There was a good possibility that this would only serve to be her gateway into this realm he did not and never before had she truly wished for herself to dwell in.

Finally she reached the door and her last chance to turn away was gone, leaving her on a path of no return as her eyes fell upon the two already naked bodies. One tall and lean, standing in a position of dominance over the other. His body covered with a fine sheen of sweat making him glisten in the faint light of the room. His face masked in a look of demonic pleasure that somehow was very familiar to her and she almost giggled as she half expected for him at any moment to say, "but I'm not telling you anything that you don't already know." This man was her friend and yet tonight he was a stranger she didn't know… just as was the man tied to the bed.

Cowardly she put off the fateful moment when she was sure that her entire life was going to change and watched this beautiful demon in human flesh taking the moment to maybe understand him as well. There was an aura of power about him, understandable considering his position. The other man was helpless to him and yet she knew he wasn't. She knew that with a single word the man on the bed could prove his power toppling the demon off his own pedestal sending him roaring back to hell. But they were playing a game after all… living in a fantasy world where the reality of the tied man's power was far away known only in the back of their minds and unworried about as they were well familiar with each other and knew the tied man would never have to use that word of safety.

So the demon was living his fantasy leering down at the other man letting the instrument of pain hang at his side. Then without warning to her and maybe even the man on the bed he swung that arm striking the helpless man and the dark chuckle of victory he gave at the whimper of pain he received for his prize made her shiver. The single tiny thought that crept into her mind as she watched this demon was that the shiver was not from fear or anxiety. It was her first shiver of excitement. She bit down on her lip thinking that only the tiniest bit of sound would give her away. She had after all joined them in their fantasy believing that they could not see her when all that they would have to do it turn their heads and there she would be plain as day. But the thing that seemed to be important was that they didn't and so she was still safe in her fantasy in the making.

She jumped at the sound of another crack of the instrument and closing her eyes savored the sound, filing it away to bring back in the lonely cold moments of her occasional solitude. It was nothing like she had expected and yet somehow more alluring that she imagined. The sound of the leather whip striking the flesh of her lovely enigma… at that moment it overcame the most beautiful songbird's tune in her heart. Without realizing what she was doing she allowed her eyes to open and move from the demon to the slave and walked into her moment unprepared.

The sight of him stole her breath. His arms extended out from his body restrained so that he would be helpless to move even an inch. His head thrown back and his eyes closed as the beautiful sounds of pain flowed through his lips. His chest red covered in welts and something else unexpected and yet at the same time highly addictive… blood. She hadn't thought of its presence and yet as she savored its sight on the tanned flesh she couldn't imagine its absence. Her breathing shallowed and became choppy as the one thought entered her head that she never believed was possible.

Here… tied up… in pain… and covered in welts and blood… he had never looked more beautiful to her. Gasping softly she put a hand over her mouth and turned from the sight closing her eyes struggling to push it from her eyes, but it refused. Stubbornly it stayed there unwilling to flee so that she might be sent back to her innocence. But it wasn't going to happen and she knew that in the deep dark recesses of her heart that she didn't want to go back. She fought with herself believing that she had slipped into the foul trenches with the fools she cursed on a daily basis who believed him nothing bit a huge vessel of pain. Panicked she searched her heart looking for the simple love she had, she believed in and she trusted in for one Scott Levy and it was only upon finding it safely put where she had always known it to be that she relaxed and considered that maybe it was possible to love them both.

For several long moments she stood there almost in shock savoring the thought that maybe it was indeed possible to love them both and where that would take their love. Then suddenly she realized that the room had grown silent and panicked she turned and peaked back worrying that maybe they had after all seen her, blowing her fantasy. But almost as soon as she turned that beautiful sound reached her ears and she sighed relieved.

This time it was her man that she turned her eyes to first taking the time to memorize the look on his face as the leather struck his flesh and she smiled knowing that despite the sounds to the contrary he loved every strike. His face showed the illusion of pain and yet it was those eyes that gave him away. They twinkled and sparkled and she knew from her own experiences what that meant. Just as she thought she had his beautiful sight memorized the picture changed as his face became shadowed with intense need and his lips parted pushing forth a single word, "please."

Quickly she decided that she had left her demon unchecked too long and quickly moved her sight to him to find an open tube of lube by Scotty's buttocks as his legs had been raised to rest loosely around Sean's hips. Her eyes couldn't help but miss Sean's aroused state or the presence of his fingers inside Scott moving in and out from side to side slowly. She'd never seen it done, but was at least knowledgeable enough to know that this was the stretching needed before they could enter into the promised lands. As if watching a tennis match her eyes darted between the sight of Scotty's face and Sean's hand for several moments not wanting to miss a thing.

She watched Sean's hand raise to press down on one of the wounds on Scotty's stomach and licked her lips at the sight of the newly flowing blood. When Sean laughed at the whimper of pain that escaped Scotty's lips again she shivered and moaned softly forgetting that she was supposed to be quiet. Biting down on her lip she eased her hand inside her white cotton shorts knowing she was already wet. Running her fingers over her sensitive flesh, she watched as Sean leered down at Scott who seemed to be pushing himself into Sean's fingers despite or maybe because of the pain still being inflicted upon his abdomen.

When Sean's hand pulled from Scotty's body she honed in on the long thin digits as they squeezed more lube from the tube and curled them over himself working the sticky substance over his flesh thoroughly. She knew what was coming next. At some point there comes a time when it doesn't matter if it is a man or a woman on the receiving end… at some point everything looks basically the same. So she shifted her gaze to again take in Scotty's face and was glad she did.

The look on his face was priceless. If she could freeze one moment it would be that, one. His head was pressed back deep into the pillow with his eyes shut and his red and blonde curls covering the pillow. There was a look on his face as if he knew the feeling that was coming for he'd been there a million times and yet at the same time anticipated its surprise as if he'd never been here before. But maybe he hadn't. She knew that every time… every single time she was in the same spot as he, she knew that she must have that look on her face. That was after all how she felt… like every time he slipped inside of her inch by long thick inch that it felt new and exciting.

And then it hit her… a rush of knowledge and finally she understood what it was about this thing he was experiencing that she needed to see so bad… what it was that she needed to understand so bad. She knew what was going on… she knew what he was feeling… she knew what was going on inside of his mind, because it was the same thing she felt. She was watching herself in that moment of ecstasy. He was her. She was him. They were one.

She closed her eyes as her own moment came and letting her head fall back she listened to Sean shout and Scotty cry as each man reached his release. Turning again she rested her back against the wall next to the door listening still with her eyes closed to the sounds in the room smiling at the peace that had slipped over her. She had never even realized that the tension was there, or maybe it was that she just never wanted to admit to herself that there was a part of her that had always been scared of the deity. Because she didn't understand him. Because she didn't worship the pain.

But what she had found was that despite the blood and the pain all he really was…. was her. Her in a different form and body. And maybe in some way she was him, because she did long, in some other part of her heart deeper and more darkly hidden that the rest , to be the one that brought that pain and that ecstasy to his face and his soul. Maybe she would. Maybe she wouldn't. Maybe she would watch again and maybe… never again. But the one thing she had learned today… the one thing that she really needed to learn today… was that this man… this compassionate loving man… this deity… this worshiper of pain…was hers.