Lance followed Kash from a distance towards the doors of the club. It looked like an old, unfinished warehouse, and he wondered what kind of club it was. The sign above the door labeled it as `The Exchange', but that was no help to him.

He had decided he was going to find out what Kash was up to. They had become pretty good friends since he had joined the TNA roster 3 months ago. He had thought they got along rather well outside work, as well as at work. Still Kash refused to let him go with him wherever it was he went after the shows.

Oh, he had tried questioning him about it. He had even tried asking some of the other guys if they knew where it was Kash went. The answer was all the same, however. No one knew anything. He didn't go back to the Doubletree like most of the other guys. Nor did he go to any of the nearby clubs. Lance would have thought he was meeting up with someone who lived near there, but when he had asked Kash, he had told him he was single.

He had tried following Kash three times previously to this one, but each time he had lost him on the interstate and had to go back to the hotel empty handed. All this had done was raise his curiosity even further, as there was nothing he loved more than a good puzzle. And Kash was definitely a puzzle.

Kash had spotted Dallas following him. He had seen him following him the past several times, as well. He hadn't felt like dealing with the shock Dallas was going to get when he saw where it was he was going, however, so he had purposely lost him each time. At this point he had given up.

It had become blatantly obvious to him that Dallas wasn't going to give up until he had figured out where it was Kash was going. He supposed he could have just told him, but what would be the fun in that? For either of them, really, because he could tell that Dallas was having the time of his life playing detective. He was in for a serious shock though once he made it inside those doors.

Kash walked up to the bouncer outside the club and showed his membership card. Quietly he informed him that a guest would be arriving soon and described Dallas to him. Dallas might have made it inside on his own. Hell, his looks alone would have at least given him a second look, but Kash wasn't taking any chances. No, Dallas had followed him and he was going to get what he had come for.

The speakers blared a heavy, seductive drumbeat. Leather clad bodies rubbed seductively against one another. Small tables sat in dimly lit corners. A long bar ran along one side of the room, a set of stairs with a bouncer at the bottom across the way.

The only thing obvious to indicate this club was different from any other on this level, other than the abundance of leather, vinyl, collars, and other such fetish gear, was the decoration behind the bar. Whips of several different types, ranging from a wicked looking bullwhip to a cat-o-nine tails hung from the wall, curved daggers sat on the counter between bottles of alcohol, handcuffs, ropes, medieval looking manacles and other assorted bondage equipment were showcased prominently.

Club members could borrow any of the equipment behind the bar, though few did. It was mainly back there for decoration. The things you wanted to use, if you didn't have your own here, were all upstairs, though only a select few were ever allowed up there. Most just made use of the private booths downstairs.

Kash headed over to the bar once he was inside. He placed himself near the end, plainly visible from the door, though he faced away from it. Instead he watched the door through the long mirror behind the bar. He was going to enjoy the look on Dallas's face when he got inside without him knowing Kash could see him.

Lance waited a few moments after watching Kash head inside before following. He wanted to give Kash the time to get inside and away from the door, as well as give himself a few minutes to gather his courage. Kash was likely to be pissed that he had followed him. He regretted that, but damnit, he wanted to know where it was his friend went to. As out of the way as this place was, however, there was no way he was going to be able to play it off like he had just accidentally run into Kash there, which had been his plan. Now he wasn't sure what he was going to do, other than just come out and tell the truth. That would probably be the best way to go, he decided. If he could even work up the nerve to walk up to Kash, that was.

Lance took a deep, steadying breath and pulled on his ring face, the `I'm better than you, we both know it, now don't force me to kick your ass to prove it' look he always wore when looking at anyone other than Kash when in character and headed over to the bouncer. He expected to at least have to show some ID or something, but the man just smiled at him and welcomed him into the club. Perks of being known, Lance figured, as he headed in the door.

Stepping inside the door, Lance came to a fast, sudden stop. His eyes widened in surprise as he looked around. There was no way to mistake this as anything other than what it was, and the shock of it hit him immediately. His eyes roamed over the room, taking everything in even though his body seemed unable to move.

After standing still, gaping for several long moments, Lance was jolted into awareness once again by a body pressing in front of him. He looked down, startled, and jerked away from the man who was pressing against him. He started to turn and bolt, but he had no more than half turned when he felt someone else pressing against him from the back. Within what seemed like seconds he was surrounded by people and he looked blindly around the room, searching for some way out.

Kash tried his best not to laugh as he saw the shocked look on Dallas' face in the mirror. He sat there watching for several moments as Dallas looked around, his jaw falling in shock and surprise. Then some little twink was pressing against Dallas invitingly, and his head cocked, watching to see what he would do, but Dallas only looked shocked and surprised. No interest at all was shown in what appeared to be a rather attractive little twink. Nor did he show any interest in any of the others that swarmed to encircle Dallas, tops and bottoms alike. Hell, the boy didn't even show any interest in the few women that were mixed into the throng.

Kash saw the panic growing on Dallas's face as he tried to find a way out of the circle of people surrounding him without hurting anyone. He had to smile over that thought. Dallas caving and hurting someone would only lead to more subs surrounding him to take place of the few Doms who were mixed in.

Kash gave Dallas a critical glance. Naw, he wasn't the type. He was almost positive of it. Shaking his head, Kash climbed to his feet, irritated that his fun watching Dallas was over, but the poor thing really did look lost and afraid. Fuck, he'd never been more beautiful.

"Back off. He belongs to me." Kash stated to the throng surrounding Dallas, clamoring for his attention. His voice was cold and final as he spoke to them, and he had to smirk as the majority of them looked at him in surprise and disappointment.

Yeah, he supposed if he were a sub, he would want a Dom as big, as powerful looking, as beautiful as Dallas. Hell, come to think of it, he wouldn't mind having a sub like him.

Lance's head turned in surprise at the sound of Kash's voice. Oh thank fuck, he was saved. He hadn't wanted to get into a fight with anyone, but these damn people wouldn't leave him alone. He was highly surprised by Kash's words, though he was used to the tone. He used one quite like it in promos at work. His voice seemed to get rid of all but the most demanding of his surrounders, however. They scattered like cockroaches with a light being turned on.

Kash threw a smile at the two remaining as he sauntered up to Dallas, catching his eyes as he did so. The smile turned to a smirk as Dallas read him as well as he did in the ring and picked him up, settling him against him like a baby as soon as he approached.

Lance's expression went from confused and scared to fierce and protective quicker than Kash could blink as he picked Kash up, settling him against him with one arm, keeping the other free in case anyone came near them. He wasn't sure why he was all of a sudden ready to fight, as his only thought before had been to get the fuck outta dodge without hurting anyone, but Kash was so small and fragile feeling in his arms, something in him screamed for him to protect him from anyone and anything that could possibly hurt him.

Kash's smirk intensified as `Lance' went into Dallas mode. In part he was shocked by the reaction, but on the other hand, he was intrigued by it, as well. He hid both reactions, as he glanced up at Dallas's face.

"Take me to the bar, Dallas." He said softly, though there was no mistaking his words as anything short of an order. He put it that way because he wanted to see how Dallas would react. Would he question it? Would he refuse? Would he become upset about Kash ordering him around? Would it confuse him? Or would it just plain irritate him?

These were the theories Kash had about how Dallas would react, and he was surprised to find none of them were right. Dallas didn't balk, or even seemed phased in the slightest. He did precisely as ordered without the slightest bit of hesitation, continuing to glare at their onlookers as he walked away.

The demon in Kash perked up at that little piece of knowledge. He tried to shove it away, really he did. Getting involved with someone he worked with was not high on his list of acceptable possibilities. It was not a brilliant maneuver, and he had seen it fail too many times to want to try it himself. Damn, though, there was something about Dallas that just fucking called to him, though.

At first he thought it was the size and strength of him. Having that kind of caged power restrained and leashed just for him was a heady notion. But he had seen a lot of big, strong men who were subs, and they never really attracted him all that much. True, very few of them were as big and well built as Dallas, but there were some.

His next thought was that their in ring personas just screamed they were in this exact relationship, and he had slipped into his as Dallas had seemed to do with his own. But that didn't ring right either. He wasn't thinking about anything work related, nor was he thinking of hurting anyone…well, other than Dallas.

Unable to put his finger on what it was, he pushed it aside uncaringly. He just wouldn't act on it. No big deal, right?

Lance carried Kash over to the bar, finding a spot that wasn't too crowded he sat on one of the stools and settled Kash unthinkingly in his lap, the fierce, protective look never leaving his face. Absently he took the beer the bartender set on the table in front of him that Kash had ordered for him, taking a sip; he finally glanced down at Kash, curled so sweetly in his arms.

Anyone else would have been afraid of that considering look on Kash's face, the sadistic, contemplative look in his eyes, the sinister sneer on his lips. Not Lance, though. He looked down at Kash and thought how unspeakably beautiful he looked. How trusting and sweet he fit in his arms. How small and fragile he felt against him. How his eyes gleamed with intelligence and caged power.

Oddly, it didn't feel wrong to be holding him like this. It felt somehow right. It felt even more right as Kash lifted his hand shyly into his long, dark blonde hair and fisted roughly into it. And then Kash forcefully jerked his head down to meet his lips.

Okay, so maybe he was going to act on it. Damnit, Dallas had been looking down at him with a look of undisguised longing in his eyes, and before he knew what he was doing he was pulling him down to kiss him. Dallas sure wasn't protesting, though. Hell no, he just sweetly opened his mouth for him, sighing quietly into the kiss as Kash shoved his tongue into his mouth and kissed him deeply, possessively.

Fuck, the boy was responsive. He didn't try to gentle the kiss, nor did he try to fight for control. Instead he simply sucked lightly on Kash's tongue and rubbed his own against it, leaning further down to Kash so he could kiss him better. Submission and power rolled together into one big package. Who was it who said that the best things come in small packages? Evidently they had never met Dallas. Several moments later Kash released Dallas and turned back contemplatively to his beer.

Lance pulled back as Kash released his lips and his hair at the same time. A confused look came to his face for an instant, wondering why Kash had released him. Then he looked down at him again and a soft smile came to his lips. He was evidently thinking. Hesitantly he shifted Kash slightly closer to him and reached for his beer once again. That kiss had shocked him a little. No matter how right it had felt, he was not used to not being in control of it, though he had sensed Kash would have pushed him away had he fought for dominance.

What shocked him even more was he hadn't wanted to. Not really, anyway. Kash kissed him like he owned him, and while it was a little frightening, it was also enough to make his knees weak and his stomach flutter. His smile widened as Kash shifted even closer. Something about that gesture struck him deep in the pit of his stomach.

It wasn't arousal. It wasn't lust. Those feelings were certainly there, much to his surprise, but that shifting was something else. In part, he thought it might be protectiveness, though honestly he couldn't understand why he would feel protective of Kash, he was more than capable of taking care of himself. He was also a little shocked at the possessiveness he felt.

Kash nearly lost his breath at the look in Dallas's eyes. Pure naked need, understanding, and trust all made his pretty baby blue eyes almost shine. He wondered if Dallas was aware of what he was showing him, somehow he doubted it.

Kash could understand the trust. The trust Dallas had given him, from their first meeting even, had seemed to be instinctual, and honestly it was a big part of why Kash pushed him away to a point. He could very easily take advantage of that trust. He didn't want to, though, and that surprised him. Under normal circumstances he would use that trust for at least a one off. Considering he worked with Dallas, a one off should be all he considered. It hadn't been, so he had tried his best to not take advantage, to push him away before he hurt him. Because he would hurt him. He would hurt him and enjoy every damn second of it.

To an extent he even understood the protectiveness. Kash was so much smaller than him, and he could see Dallas wanting to protect him. Dallas was the type to want to protect his friends. That was also easily passed off.

The understanding was his undoing. Those eyes told him he understood who and what Kash was and he didn't care. He was still there. He still trusted him. He still wanted to protect him, to help him.

He should probably talk to Dallas. Make sure he was reading him right. Make sure he understood what he was in for. Make sure he wanted what he was so blatantly offering. Even as he thought this, he knew he wouldn't. Dallas was his now. He had offered himself, whether he realized it or not, and Kash couldn't resist that any longer.

"Take me upstairs, Dallas." Kash ordered.

He had considered doing this down here in one of the booths. Normally he would have. Eventually they would. But not yet. Not this first time. This time was about showing Dallas who he belonged to, and then he could take care of showing the world that Dallas belonged to him.

Lance pulled to his feet without thought. Instinct made him pull Kash up with him, tucking him against his side, resting on his hip, like one would carry a small child. Had he stopped to think, he may have asked why. He may have questioned what it was Kash wanted to do. He may have questioned himself, and why he felt almost compelled to do as Kash told him without an instant's pause.

He didn't think, though. He just did as he was told, instinctively trusting Kash. He wasn't sure of what was happening. He wasn't sure what was going to happen. He was only sure that whatever it was, it was something Kash wanted, and he wanted to give it to him.

Lance twined his way through the crowds to the stairs. The bouncer at the stairs nodded to Kash, then threw him a look of pity. Suddenly he wanted to hit that bouncer. He wanted to knock him into next week, and he didn't even know why.

Maybe it was because while he didn't know why the man was giving him such a look, he did know that it was because he was with Kash. Somehow this man believed that there was something wrong with Kash and that made him see red.

Kash saw the look that came to Dallas's face as the bouncer eyed them momentarily and the pride that washed over him nearly took his breath away. Fuck, Dallas looked beautiful with that threatening look on his face, and Kash wondered what he would look like if he allowed him to fully become sadistic with it. One day he would have to find out. He thought he might enjoy watching his Dallas inflict the pain he would feel on others. But not now.

"Let it go, Dal." He said quietly.

Lance immediately calmed at Kash's quiet order. He threw the bouncer one more smoldering look of pure hatred before ascending the stairs.

Reaching the top, Lance came to a stop. There was an open area with a bar, a stage in front of it with what appeared to be a man being whipped with a crop. Well, it was definitely a man being whipped, Dallas just wasn't sure that was a crop. It looked like one, though. The short crops people used when riding Eastern style. There were booths over to one side, several tables set before the booths, though he couldn't see what was going on inside of them. A hall led away off to the other side, and he would have thought it led to the bathrooms, but he could see those off to the other end of the room. He wasn't sure where they led, but Kash pointed him off to that direction, so he didn't question it. He willingly took Kash off to wherever it was he wanted to go.

Moments later they had made their way past yet another bouncer, this one had just grinned and handed Kash a key. Kash directed Dallas down the hall, closed doors on either side of them, all the way down to near the end, where Kash used the key to unlock one of the doors on the right. Once inside the room, Kash wiggled his way down Dallas's body and turned, closing the door behind him and flipping the lock.

Once his arms were empty, Lance actually took the time to glance around the room. Manacles on one of the walls that appeared to be adjustable were the first thing that drew his eyes. The next thing that registered was actually quite simple. A single high-backed chair was sitting in the middle of the room. The other side of the room held a small cabinet, the doors were closed, so he wasn't sure what was in there, but he had a sneaky suspicion that he knew what it was, at least some ideas of what it could be. Lance's eyes flew to Kash, a look of wariness on his face.

"You have one chance, Lance. Stay or go." Kash said, seeing the wariness on Dallas's face. Normally he wouldn't even bother to give that option, but Dallas was a special case. Yeah, in part maybe it was because of their working relationship. He didn't want to screw himself over with work by doing this. But that wasn't the only reason. Hell, no matter what he told himself, it wasn't even the most important reason.

No, the most important reason was that he wanted Dallas to want what he was going to do to him as much as he wanted to do it. He was going to do it; there was no question about that. Everything about Dallas screamed that he wanted him to, it was just a question of was Dallas ready to accept it yet.

Lance's expression changed to one of question as Kash called him by his real name. He never understood why, but Kash never did that. He had always called him Dallas no matter how many times he had told him his name was Lance. He had finally accepted that Kash was just going to always use that nickname for him, so to hear his name come from Kash's lips gave him a moment's pause. Even more so than the sight of this room and the influx of realization of just what it was Kash was going to do to him.

Somehow, he was finding that he didn't exactly mind that. If that was going to be what it took for Kash to trust him, to be close to him, then that was just going to have to be the price he paid, now wasn't it? Besides, how bad could it be?

Kash saw the acceptance and understanding on Dallas's face, and once again, just as it had been downstairs, it was his undoing. A small part of him still protested…told him it didn't have to be this way. He could claim him in some other way. He could have a normal relationship with him. Even as he thought it, he knew it wasn't going to happen. That wasn't who he was, and Dallas deserved to know that from the beginning. He wasn't going to reel him in with some nice guy act, then turn on him, become a monster and an abuser for someone who hadn't expected it. No, Dallas was going to know, already did know, from the beginning just what it was Kash would offer him.

Dallas looked down, meeting Kash's eyes, a soft smile coming to his face to see the concern for him in those hazel depths. Slowly he moved over to the wall where the manacles were. He had seen scenes like this in a movie before, or possibly it was a video, he wasn't sure which. An odd sense of curiosity filled him. What was it going to be like? He had never really gotten off on pain, either giving or receiving it, but he knew he could take a lot. Hell, he was a professional wrestler, for God's sake. He went through physical pain for a living.

Slowly, as though in a daze, Kash moved over towards him, dragging the chair along with him. He set the chair down in front of Dallas and climbed into it, reaching up above their heads to lock Dallas's wrists with the cuffs that hung down. He considered the manacles, leaving Dallas more open to him, but then he would be locked still, and he wanted Dallas to be free to move for him.

The first time was a testing process. He didn't know how much Dallas could take; he didn't want to push it too far. That thought in mind, he considered giving him a safeword, but then discarded the thought just as quickly. He could still see that trust in Dallas's eyes, and he wanted to foster it, not to mention push his limits. If he gave him a safeword that whole plan was gone.

Dallas stood cuffed to the wall. The cuffs pulled his arms high above his head, though there was room for him to turn around. Not much more than that he realized as he moved experimentally while watching Kash. Kash stood and looked at him a moment before a smirk came to his face and he turned away, moving over to the cabinet. Dallas was not sure exactly what he was going to do, and the fact he was still wearing his clothes confused him. What the hell was Kash going to do to him without undressing him?

He shouldn't have questioned it, he realized moments later as Kash returned to him, a dagger in hand. The dagger had a long, wicked looking ragged blade and the sight of it caused his heart to kick up a notch, though he didn't fear Kash. Maybe that was stupid, but he didn't.

Kash glanced up at Dallas as he brought the blade to Dallas's shirt, looking into Dallas's baby blue eyes for the briefest of moments. There was no fear there, only acceptance and understanding and the beginnings of desire. The smirk on his face changed to a sadistic smile as he cut the shirt away, the tip of the blade just scratching Dallas's skin as it cut away the material.

Dallas hissed as the point of the blade cut down over his chest, down over his stomach to his waist. He didn't try to flinch away from it, but he didn't move towards it, either. He stayed still, feeling the cut, the wet stickiness of the blood that trickled from the shallowest of cuts. His eyes trained on Kash as he cut the shirt away, watching the look of intense concentration on his face, noting how he looked up at him occasionally, as though making sure he was alright, even though he wasn't causing him any serious pain at the moment. His trust in him grew by leaps and bounds as he noticed how careful Kash was. How he seemed to care about every move he made.

Kash noted how well Dallas was doing to himself as he ripped the material of his shirt away from him, the shallow cut calling to him, he dipped his head and drug his tongue up Dallas's stomach to his chest, though he couldn't get any higher. Fuck, he tasted so sweet. Innocence and blood, pain and pleasure, surely a heady combination, though that innocence wouldn't stay very long.

Dallas, who had stood still through the cutting process, couldn't stop his body from arching into Kash's tongue as it licked at him; a low moan he couldn't hold back tore from his lips. Fuck that was erotic. Kash's tongue licking up the center of his belly, a wet trail being left behind, the way he looked up at him as he did it. It made his legs weak and his stomach flutter.

Kash pulled away once he reached Dallas's chest, looking at him, watching how his body arched to follow him, seeking more. Fucking beautiful. He set the dagger on the chair behind him for an instant, reaching forward to open Dallas's jeans and tug them down watching as Dallas eagerly stepped out of them. One of these days, he would cut those away from him, too, but right now, he would need them to leave the club in.

Kash stepped back and looked over Dallas's body, considering what he wanted to do to him. His eyes roamed from his firm, rounded calves, up over his muscular thighs, his cock was still hidden from him at the moment, covered by a pair of blue briefs and Kash had to push away the wicked thought that sprang to mind at how to remove them. No, it was too soon, he couldn't do that to Dallas, not yet. Instead he drug his gaze up over his flat, defined stomach, over his ribs and chest, and up to meet his baby blue eyes.

"Turn around." He said, his tone low and silky.

Dallas shivered at the tone of Kash's voice. A tingle seemed to run down his spine and settle in his cock at the sound of it, causing it to pulse to full, throbbing life as he quickly moved to obey. He wasn't quite as confident this way, as he couldn't see what Kash was doing. His eyes locked on the wall in front of him as he waited, wondering what was going to happen next. He jumped with a startled hiss as he felt a sharp pain at his lower back. It felt similar to being hit with a belt, but harder, sharper. The pain was in a more narrowed strip, nothing he couldn't handle, but it shocked him.

He was more prepared for the next blow, slightly up from the last one, just as sharp of a sting. Dallas hissed out the pain from the next several blows, feeling the way they seemed to stay evenly matched on his back. The blows never varied in strength or distance apart, landing with a sharp sting of pain, leaving a burning feeling in their wake.

Kash kept the blows measured and steady. Welts rose on Dallas's back from the short whip he used; though he purposely kept the force just short of breaking open the skin. He watched the way Dallas worked hard to hold still, a fine sheen of sweat rose on his flesh as he fought the urge to move away from the blows. Moving to the other side, Kash began bringing the whip down across the other side in crossing marks.

Dallas let out a scream as the whip came down on the other side, crossing over the welts Kash had already raised. The pain from that was sharp, blinding hot. He felt blood trickle down from where the crossing was, though the skin didn't break anywhere else. Fuck that hurt, and it took everything Dallas had in him to keep from trying to move away from it.

The next blow came the same way. Over and over, the whip came down making crossing marks on his back. Steady screams tore from his throat with the pain, but still he didn't pull away. His back was burning, but he could sense Kash's pleasure, heard his heavy breathing, felt his eyes on him as erotic and possessive as any touch he could give him.

Finally Kash dropped the whip to the floor beside him, his eyes roamed possessively over Dallas's back, looking over the welts there, the delicate crimson trails of blood streaking down the flushed expanse. Fuck, that was just beautiful. Slowly he moved forward once again, almost as though hypnotized. He had to taste him again.

Dallas shuddered and moaned at the hot, wet feel of Kash's tongue on his back, trailing over the most brilliant of the burning places. It seemed to soothe the sting, and the soft, sweet groan Kash let out made him want to scream again, though this time not in pain, but in need.

Damn, he was responsive. Responsive and beautiful and so fucking willing it damn near stole his breath. He gave honest reactions, and Kash was nearly brought to his knees by the way he didn't try to hide anything from him, how he offered him everything, from his pain to his need to his pleasure. He'd never seen anything like it and he doubted he ever would, though why he would bother looking he didn't know.

Dallas shivered and arched back towards Kash as his tongue ran over his back. His hands fisted where they were restrained over his head, little pin-like tingles of pain ran down his arms, and he couldn't help the way they shifted slightly to relieve the pressure. The edge of discomfort from that seemed to sharpen the pleasure from Kash licking him, and he yearned to feel Kash's hands on his body.

Next thing he knew Kash's hands were at the waistband of his briefs, ripping them uncaringly from his body. A jolt of pain went through him at the pressure of the material pulling and ripping at his cock and balls, but more than that he felt relief that they were gone. A long, heartfelt sigh of disappointment tore past his throat as he felt Kash's tongue leave his body, his hands leaving him once the briefs were torn off.

Kash stepped away from Dallas once the briefs were gone. He looked him over critically once again. Fuck, the things he wanted to do to him. They would have to wait, however, because he needed to claim him now. Later he would take his time, test him. Right now, he couldn't do that. Dallas could take more than anyone he had ever tried before on their first time, and the knowledge intoxicated him. With the proper training, Dallas would be perfect. He was already mighty damn close.

He stepped back and grabbed the chair, for a moment wishing there was a bed, and he did consider loosening Dallas and putting him on the floor, but that would take too much time. Instead he climbed into the chair behind Dallas, taking pity on his unprepared state he slicked his hand with his saliva and used it to lube his cock some as he climbed into position.

Dallas screamed in pain and pleasure as Kash lined his cock with his entrance and slid it inside in one sure steady thrust. Fuck, it felt like he was splitting him wide open, and the pain was horrendous, but somehow it didn't detract from the pleasure of having Kash's cock buried deeply inside him and his husky voice growling `Mine!' against his neck.

Dallas's screams echoed off the walls as Kash began thrusting his hips. Kash's hips shifted, angling his cock to drive unrelentingly into Dallas's prostate. Dallas's screams picked up, more high-pitched in cadence, and Kash growled against his neck. His hands tight at Dallas's hips, holding him steady as Dallas tried to push his hips back into the thrusts. Fast, hard thrusts, deep and measured to start, but quickly they became uncontrolled as Kash lost sense of everything but the feeling running through him.

Dallas clenched around him, a euphoric feeling filling him. Pain and pleasure blended beautifully into a state of unparalleled bliss that he just didn't understand. The pain heightened the pleasure, the pleasure fed the pain, and he was beginning to understand, subconsciously at least, that this was something he wanted. Nothing else had ever felt so good, so right.

Kash's thrusts began to quicken even more as he felt Dallas tensing around him. Dallas was so close, he could feel it, and he wanted to go over with him. It was rare to manage that on the first time, with any lover, but it was something he desired above all else at the moment. Hard and fast, angling for his prostate with each thrust, Kash's hands tightened even more on Dallas's hips, holding tight and latching onto Dallas's neck with his teeth.

Dallas felt the hands at his hips tightening, the teeth biting into his neck. Part of him wanted to hold onto this feeling forever. It was more than just a sexual feeling. Never before had he ever felt so possessed, so needed, so desired, but he knew it was coming to an end. He couldn't fight back the orgasm that was coming, and when he heard Kash growling at him to come for him, his body wouldn't listen to his own mind anyway, it reacted to Kash's words, his commands. His seed spilled uncontrolled from his cock, jetting out to hit the wall in front of him even as he felt Kash filling him, marking him internally in a way no other ever would again.

Kash sagged against Dallas for a long moment, panting and trying to regain his breath. He felt Dallas doing the same thing, the cuffs holding them both up as he used Dallas for support. Finally he pulled away and lifted his arms to undo the cuffs.

Dallas's arms lowered and he turned, catching Kash in his arms and gently setting him in the chair as he moved without question to begin cleaning up the room. There wasn't much that needed to be done, a dagger to clean, ruined clothes to throw away, a whip to put back in the cabinet.

Kash watched as Dallas instinctively began to clean up. Silently he curled in the chair where he had been set watching him. His head cocked as he thought about the changes in both their lives that would have to take place now, but he found himself looking forward to it.

Finally Dallas finished cleaning up and tugged on his jeans. He glanced at Kash curled in the chair and smiled as he moved back over to him. Gently he picked him up and noted that he had tugged his own jeans back up and closed them. A smile lit his face as he tucked Kash back against his hip and pulled his hair off to the side, unconsciously showcasing the marks on his neck and back. Gently he kissed his forehead and headed out the door.



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