The party was like every other, full of people to smile at and inhibition-lowering substances to make the task easier. There were a few interesting people, a few new faces, but mostly the same old Hollywood shit, schmoozing until dawn with people he didn't care about. Nevermind that this time it was in London; it was still the same.

David was interesting though. They'd never met before but Orlando had seen him in the last "Harry Potter" movie, being a bit of a fan of the books. And a few episodes of "Casanova" before he'd been distracted by something else and forgotten. He hadn't forgotten the pointed face though, those eyes that seemed to see everything. And David was even more acerbic in person, witty and intolerant of the fakery around them. Interesting.

Something about him fascinated Orlando as they stood and talked and it wasn't until he started to sober up that he realized what it was: dominance. The unmistakable aura of danger and control, excitement and safety that an experienced dom exudes. The easy way of carrying oneself with the knowledge that others will obey your commands, and that if they don't, they'll be punished. The expectation that others will submit.

The glint in David's eyes showed his amusement at Orlando's sudden awareness and he grinned. His teeth made Orlando shiver.

Then David told him to go into the nearest loo, to strip and wait with the door unlocked.

Orlando protested, of course; the place was crawling with photographers and other important people he was meant to be impressing.

David's raised eyebrow was indifferent. "No one is forcing you, Orlando."

But if he didn't do it, how would he ever know what could happen next? The cold tiles held no answers as Orlando waited, knowing only that something he had wanted for a long time was finally about to happen. His heart pounded as he heard footsteps.

Later, making his way home, he pressed his fingertips to the bruises on his throat and jaw from David's teeth. A bit of innocence had been lost back there, as he knelt crying on the tiled floor. The knowledge of it, though, of what it was like to be hurt and fucked, abused and humiliated, and to love every moment of it, was well worth it.

~end~