"Do you love me, Dallas?" Kash asked, his face currently a mask of confusion. He was sitting in Dallas's lap, allowing him to hold him, feed him like a small child. Their sizes fit it perfectly. Kash himself was quite short, while his professional bio said he was 5'9, that was because he wore lifts in his shoes. Kash didn't actually stand any taller than 5'5 on a good day.

Dallas, however, stood at 6'9 without shoes. Not a scrap of fat to be found on his body, either. Truly he was a perfect specimen of manhood. Long blonde hair, the prettiest baby blue eyes you ever did see, full, luscious lips, the body of a Greek god come to life, and his best feature, as far as Kash was concerned, his mind. That perfect mind that seemed as twisted and able to adjust to him and his psychotic ways as well as if they were the same person. Sometimes even better than Kash himself could.

"You know I do, Kash. I love you so much it hurts." Dallas replied, his own voice gentle and soothing. He could feel the mood changing in Kash, and anticipation sang through his veins like blood. Kash was getting bored, and Kash bored, while terrifying to anyone else, was a beautiful thing to him.

But first, there would be the confusion. The need for re-assurance that he really did love Kash, this wasn't gratitude, or him wanting to take care of him, or anything else along those lines. Kash seemed to always need that gentle re-assurance. He needed that love told to him, as well as shown. Dallas could understand that, with the warped past Kash had come from.

"Why?" Kash asked, his voice sounding small, almost afraid, with the question. It was one he had wondered about for quite some time, though he had never actually asked it before. He was almost afraid of the answer Dallas would give him. Would it be the answer he wanted, the answer he needed? Or would it tear him away from Dallas, for he couldn't bear for him to look at him in pity. It could be the thing that made him give Dallas up.

Silently he prayed to himself. Please, Dallas, please give me the answer I want. The answer I need. Though in all honesty, he, himself, didn't even know what that answer was. Boredom and confusion, a dangerous combination,

"I love you because you're you. I love you because you deserve it." Dallas told him, softly, gently, seeing the confusion clouding Kash's eyes, he continued. "I love you because you give me what no one else can; no one else is capable of giving. You make me weak and strong at the same time. You make me see the world in a whole different way. You make me a better person. The person I was born to be. Yours."

Slowly, ever so slowly, the confusion left Kash's hazel eyes. Climbing out of Dallas's lap he looked slightly down at him. Seeing the sincere, fervent expression on his face, a twisted smile came to Kash's lips, his eyes becoming cold and calculated as he looked at him. Nodding a single time, Kash turned on his heel and walked out of the room.

Dallas climbed quickly to his feet, his head bowing, though a smile came to his lips. Not as sadistic a smile as Kash's, but it held a knowing edge, even as his eyes followed after him. Hesitating just a moment, Dallas's long legs quickly caught up to Kash before slowing his step, falling into position two paces behind him and slightly to the right, his eyes respectfully trained on Kash's back.

Kash could sense the second Dallas fell into position behind him, he could feel the reverent gaze on his back as surely as a touch. Gentle and kind and loving awe-filled. Everything Dallas was; everything he craved. Everything he wasn't.

Stopping momentarily outside a closed door, Kash seemed to hesitate. Part of him didn't want this. Part of him wanted to keep walking. Go further down the hall to their bedroom, take Dallas in there and love him the way he deserved. Or better, turn and tell him to leave. He was no good for Dallas, no matter what he said. He hurt him, he always hurt him. How could that be any good for him?

But he wouldn't. He couldn't.

Dallas was his.

Dallas watched Kash hesitate, his expression seeming to become unguarded for just an instant. Dallas knew Kash didn't realize how clearly his thoughts showed, but they did. They showed loud and clear.

And that right there was the reason that nothing short of his own death caused by Kash himself would make him leave him. Kash had never said it, likely never would, but Dallas knew, with everything inside him he knew, that Kash loved him as much, if not more, than he loved Kash.

After a moment's thought, Kash opened the door to the room before him, reaching in to the right, he flipped on the light switch before actually stepping inside. The room became flooded with bright, harsh light. The oak paneled walls and hardwood floor gleaming in the bright light. The polished metal of the manacles on the wall, the handcuffs attached to the posts on the bed seeming to shine.

Dallas stepped into the room after Kash, pausing, watching Kash for some sign of where he wanted him, but for the moment, Kash seemed to be ignoring him. Dallas took the time to study him, to watch the utterly beautiful image of Kash looking through a cabinet of toys, seeming to study them, trying to choose what he wanted. The look on his face, so intense and thoughtful, as though he were contemplating the meaning of life or something equally as important, driving home to him, yet again, just how much he needed Kash.

Kash searched through the cabinet, looking for the perfect implements. He considered a cat-o-nine tails with weighted ends, remembering briefly how Dallas's body arched so beautifully as the braided tips sliced against his back, but then that was something he had done many times, and he wanted something special. He also considered a heavy short whip, as that was something he rarely used, but discarded the idea due to lack of the personal. He wanted to be close to Dallas, feel his pain run through him, feel his writhing, arching body against him as he screamed in pained ecstasy.

His smile turning yet more sadistic, Kash reached into the cabinet and pulled out Dallas's favorite dagger. It was a polished steel blade, kept razor sharp by Kash, the handle was sterling silver, a sun, matching the tattoo on Dallas's bicep, engraved into the handle, a blue moonstone perfectly matching Dallas's eyes set at the end of the hilt.

"Strip and get on the bed, Lance." Kash told him as he turned around, allowing Dallas to see what it was he had in his hand. His eyes heated briefly at the sight of the worshipful expression crossing Dallas's face, the height of love shining in his pretty, expressive baby blue eyes when he saw what Kash had pulled out of the cabinet, though they quickly went cold again.

Dallas shivered in anticipation at the sight of the knife, though a shaft of pain stronger than any physical pain he had ever felt stung through him at the sound of Kash calling him by his real name. Kash only did that on the rarest of circumstances, usually when he was pissed at him, but also when he wanted to make a point. Dallas knew he had done it to make a point, though the point he was making, Dallas was as of yet unsure of, but he knew he wasn't mad at him.

At least he hoped not.

"As you wish, Master." Dallas responded silkily. Swiftly, gracefully, Dallas removed his clothes and moved across the room and onto the bed. Climbing onto it, he lay spread eagle on the bed, waiting. Soon, he knew, Kash would cuff him to the bed. Anticipation sang through him as he watched Kash approach the bed, setting the knife down for the moment as he climbed onto the big bed next to him.

Kash simply looked at him for a long moment. He considered not cuffing Dallas, really he did. Dallas wouldn't move, but there was something about the way he looked, his massive, perfect body spread out helpless for him, his perfect skin stretched out, like a blank canvass for his art.

Moving to the foot of the bed, Kash lightly touched Dallas's ankle, and his legs spread even further apart, his ankle coming close enough that Kash could easily hook the other end of the manacle to it. So perfectly responsive, he thought, as he moved to the other side, hooking that ankle as well to the manacle on the other post. Dallas seemed to know what to do, what Kash wanted from him, almost the second Kash had decided upon it. He truly did seem to be made just for him.

Once he had his ankles hooked to the bed, Kash moved to the top of the bed, meeting Dallas's eyes briefly, the heady feeling Dallas always seemed to cause him with his unquestioning devotion, his undying loyalty, his need washed over him and he took a deep breathe, seeming to breath him in, consume him with his senses, from the sight of him stretched out before him, to the feel of his wrist under his hand, to the smell of him, the sweet, delicate scent of cucumber melon, belying his size, making someone think of a person of a much smaller stature, leaning down, he kissed Dallas deeply, possessively once he had finished hooking his hands, bathing the last of his senses with him, his sweet taste, his needy moans at the slightest of touches.

Dallas wallowed in the perfect feel washing over him. With the smallest of gestures Kash could set him at ease, quell the nervousness that wanted to rise up in him, fill it instead with the need to please Kash, to give him everything he needed, whether he asked for it or not, to please him was Dallas's most fervent desire, to please him in any and all ways.

Kash pulled back, looking down at Dallas, he saw the heat, the need, the love and desire in his eyes, a possessiveness he had never felt for anyone or anything other than Dallas filled him as he moved back. Standing at the head of the bed, Kash locked his eyes on Dallas as he slowly lifted his shirt, tugging it over his head, he shook back his long blond hair, his hands sliding down his body to the button of his jeans, watching Dallas's eyes hungrily watch his movements, he slowly opened them, pulling down the zipper and allowing them to drop to the floor. Kicking the jeans carelessly to the side, Kash climbed back on top of the bed, now as naked as Dallas was. Picking up the dagger, Kash smiled down at Dallas for an instant.

Dallas stared longingly at Kash as he undressed, and then he was in the bed with him. His heart stopped, skipped a beat, then began beating even faster, harder, at the sight of that smile on Kash's face. Not his traditional, sadistic smirk, but an honest to goodness smile, making him seem years younger than his 34 years of age. He seemed almost like a child. A sick, twisted, psychotic child that he loved beyond reason.

Kash moved down the bed, thinking for an instant of just what it was he wanted to carve onto Dallas's back. In no time at all, he had decided on a dragon. It would take some intricate knife work, but Dallas had plenty of space on his back for him to create the perfect dragon. Nodding slowly to himself, he climbed up to Straddle Dallas's waist, the dagger in his hand as he leaned down, bringing the dagger lightly to his skin, slowly, ever so slowly, pressing it deeper. He didn't wish to permanently injure Dallas, nor did he wish to cause so much blood loss that he would be forced to stop before he finished his masterpiece.

Dallas let out a sharp hiss as the dagger bit into his flesh, feeling the sticky wetness of blood seeping from the cuts as Kash began working on the outside of the design he was making onto his back. Biting his tongue for the moment, he concentrated on the sweet pain washing through him at the feel of that dagger slicing him open, Kash's light, warm weight resting against his lower back, his cock, hard and throbbing, leaking against his lower back. Dallas's own cock was hard and dripping against the soft sheets under him.

Kash slowly worked the dagger across Dallas's back. He didn't want to move too fast and destroy his design. Once he had finished with the outside of the dragon he was carving, he climbed off Dallas momentarily, moving across to the cabinet and grabbed a large bottle of alcohol, climbing back on top of him before pouring some over Dallas's back to wash away the blood that was seeping from the cuts he had already made, relishing the pleasured/pained scream Dallas couldn't contain at the sting of it. Watching in morbid fascination as the alcohol seemed to make the cuts flow even more freely, yet at the same time washed away the blood that was resting on his back, making him able to see what he was doing once again. Setting down the bottle to the side once again, he picked the dagger up once again and began to work on his back, working on the head, the eyes and mouth next. Kash decided spontaneously that the dragon should have it's mouth open, it's split, forked tongue out, smirking as he began to work on the fire shooting from the dragon's mouth and Dallas screamed, his hips shifting under him as the lower part of his body writhed against the bed, though he was careful to keep his upper body still, careful to not strain against the cuffs that held him to the bed. So sweet, that was, not wanting to destroy the masterpiece Kash was making of his back.

Dallas screamed out as Kash worked on the head of the dragon, the flames shooting up onto the back of his neck, pleasure and pain warring inside him, along with a sense of euphoria. Why couldn't anyone understand, he wondered? That empowering sensation that came from letting himself go, the power of total, complete surrender, putting himself into Kash's more than capable hands. Shuddering as the dagger raised again and Kash leaned down low over him, licking the blood from the back of his neck, moaning at the sweet, coppery taste of it. His cock throbbed nearly painfully as he licked him again, sucking lightly for an instant before picking up the alcohol bottle once again and pouring some of it over the now completed head and fire from the dragon.

Kash allowed Dallas an instant to assimilate the pain, to cry out against it, to write in the search for some sort of relief from it before picking up the dagger once again, beginning with the wings; he began carving small, intricate scales over the dragon. The cuts not as deep with these, as they were so small, so close together, though he believed from Dallas's reaction that they probably hurt even worse than the outer edges had. Finally finished carving the scales onto the dragon, he scooted down to sit on Dallas's ass and began to cut into him the talons, right above the tattoo on the small of his back, cutting as deep as he dared, Kash groaned as Dallas took the opportunity to relax the muscles of his ass, seeming to be trying to draw Kash's cock to it. He allowed it to rest between the cheeks, and groaned as Dallas began reflexively tightening the muscles, milking his cock as he worked, forcing him to concentrate carefully to keep from seriously damaging him.

Finally he finished and set the dagger aside, looking down at the finished work, he considered the possibility of having that particular design tattooed onto Dallas's back, but he knew he wouldn't. Not unless he learned how to do them and did it himself. That was something he didn't want anyone else putting on this body. This body that was his.

Slowly he inched up again, leaning down low over Dallas; he licked the blood from the back of his neck once again before twisting his head and searching out Dallas's parted, gasping lips.

Dallas moaned as the dual sensations washed over him. The pain from the open, bleeding cuts on his back, the pleasure of Kash against him, rocking into his back, coating his cock with Dallas's freely flowing blood, the pain from the same gesture, the pain of Kash's precum entering into those cuts, the pleasure of pleasing Kash, of receiving his attention so fully. Almost a state of desperation washed over him as Kash kissed him deeply, possessively. Yes, he belonged to Kash. Solely to Kash, and the kiss he gave him, the sweetness of Kash's mouth, the deep, hard, possessive sweeping of his tongue through Dallas's mouth, the coppery taste of Dallas's own blood on Kash's tongue made him moan loudly into Kash's mouth.

Kash groaned into Dallas's mouth before pulling away and sliding back down his body to kneel between his wide-spread legs. Looking down, he watched the way Dallas tried to strain against the bonds, to lift his ass up for him, to offer himself to the best of his ability.

Fuck that was perfect.

Kash brought his hands down to the cheeks of Dallas's ass, his thumbs spreading them, and gazed for a long moment in fascination at the sight of his opening. Puckered and pink and oh so tight, the heat waiting for him there called to him as he shifted his hips forward, his blood slicked cock seeming to know where it belonged with no help from him as it lined itself up with Dallas's entrance.

"Kash!" Dallas screamed out loudly as Kash thrust his hips forward, hard and deep, into his unprepared body. His entrance tore to accept him, and that, it seemed, was just as beautiful, just as perfect, as anything else could have been. Kash in his bloodstream, joining their essences together inside him as Kash thrust hard, fast, deep, unrelentingly into his tight, hot passage.

Kash shuddered as he thrust, shifting his hips slightly, he began to brush against Dallas's spot with each thrust, drawing a smirk out of him as the moans and gasping cries Dallas was making for him changed in pitch, more pleasure than pain now, though the sharp edge of pain remained in his voice.

Lowering down, he licked at his back; salty sweat, sweet flesh, and the tangy coppery taste of blood making him try to thrust even harder, as though he were trying to climb inside Dallas, to drive straight into his soul.

Faster and faster Kash thrust, finally changing the angle yet again to drive straight into Dallas's prostate instead of just brushing against it. He was close, oh so fucking close, and he wanted Dallas with him when he went over. Growling almost animalistically as he thrust, he felt Dallas tensing under him even as his own thrusts began to grow erratic in nature. No need to tell Dallas it was time, his body already knew. He always seemed to know.

Dallas felt his body beginning to tense, to grow tight, causing pain to shoot through him along with the bliss he was feeling, and suddenly, his eyes closed as he began to shoot wildly from his untouched member, at the same time, he felt Kash exploding into him. It seemed, to him, that it was not his own orgasm he was feeling this bliss, this euphoria, from. It was Kash's, traveling through his body and out of his own cock, like an extension of him. The perfect extension.

Kash lowered down fully over Dallas, pressing against his back as he fought to regain his breath. His hips continued to rock for a few long moments in residual pleasure, drawing gasping, shuddering moans from Dallas. The pain he was feeling now that he was coming down must be immense, though he didn't fight against it, more than willing to take it, if that was what pleased Kash. Sighing, he finally withdrew from him and climbed off of him, unhooking him from the bed before lying down beside him, curling contentedly at his side.

And it was Dallas's arms that wrapped comfortingly around Kash. It was Dallas's murmured sounds of re-assurance and love that filled the air. It was Dallas that, after a few minutes, climbed to his feet, knowing how Kash hated to sleep in a messy bed. It was Dallas that picked him up in his arms and carried him to their bedroom and set him gently in the bed before running to take a fast shower and climb back into the bed and hold him. It was Dallas that loved him.

No matter what.



End.