Summary: A day in the life of Grant and Damon. Damon has to reassure Grant that even after all this time he still wants and needs the other man as his sub. This little bit occurs right as the Labor Day weekend is beginning and the Wolffes are at Cutty's just doing some last minute things.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns The Harry Potter characters mentioned here. sevs_lil_secret is the creator of the others. We just played in her universe without any compensation.
Warnings: BDSM, Language, Rough sex
AN: The play enacted here is not domestic violence nor is it spousal abuse but a way for the submissive to release their emotions safely. I've found that this is a common need for some submissives. A way for them to touch base with something within themselves. What Grant is asking for is controlled pain given to him by the man he trusts with his life, he knows he is safe and Damon will be able to give him what he craves if he choses to. Damon is helping to give Grant an outlet to release his emotions and stress
Leaving a mark
Damon walked into the bar and sighed. This weekend had his ulcer acting up and he was doing his damnedest not to let Grant see. He knew the other man would be on his ass, if he didn't take it easy and gods only knew what potions Grant would have Sev brew up for him if he actually succumbed to the boiling in his gut.
Damon rubbed his stomach and then jerked his hand away when he heard something near where the office door of the bar was open.
Grant looked up from the patient file he was looking over while sitting at his normal table near the office door. He sighed as he watched his husband press one hand to his stomach; he knew Damon's ulcer was acting up again. That man would never learn, he thought to himself, groaning silently as he watched the old man pour himself what had to be his tenth cup of coffee that evening. The only saving grace was that Grant had gotten the stubborn man to switch the coffee at the bar to decaf. He cleared his throat and waited for his husband to notice him.
Damon looked up at Grant's little noise. He sipped his coffee and waited before answering. "Can I help you?" He asked and waited for the tirade and lecture from his love to begin. He should have known he couldn't fool the other man.
"Damon, you know you could have milk instead of coffee," Grant said softly, he didn't want to start a fight with his Dom. He really wanted the weekend to be a good one for them both, but he was worried about Damon. He didn't know what he would do if he ever lost him. He pushed some of his files to one side and inclined his head to the chair next to his. He wanted to ask Damon what he thought of the idea of him retiring to only part time at Christmas.
Damon sighed and set his cup down. "I know love, but then I wouldn't be my sunshiny self in the mornings if I didn't have my coffee." He walked over to where Grant was sitting and ran his head through the other man's hair. He rubbed the back of Grant's neck and sat down in the chair next to his mate. "What's on you mind?"
"That's a crock old man, and you know it. You only get one cup of regular coffee in the morning, unless you've decided to not pay any attention to what I've begged of you," Grant snorted as he leaned into his husband's hand, turning his head enough to kiss the older man's palm. "I've made a decision about work and I wanted to know if it was okay with you, Sir." he looked at his husband and took a breath before he continued. "I'm closing the office after the new year, at least part time."
Damon snorted. "And I drag out that one cup as long as possible I assure you." Damon nodded at the kiss to his palm and leaned forward to return the favour to Grant's cheek. He took a deep breath and looked at Grant. "Are you certain that is what you want, Pet?"
"I know I am tired Master, I think I am ready to just chuck it all and hide in a hole away from people," Grant said sadly as he looked down at the table. This had to be one of the hardest things he'd had to decide in the last ten years. He'd devoted his professional life to building a good practice, but now he felt like it was sucking him dry. "I worry that I don't have enough time for you or for Little Bird, I... I worry that I am not giving you everything I should be." He wasn't worried about money, but he would continue to see patients full time if Damon asked him to.
Damon thought about it. Grant was a good therapist. In one way he couldn't see the other man just giving up his practice cold turkey. Yet the thought of Grant being around more thrilled him to no end. Damon nodded. "I can understand that and it would satisfy me to no end if I could have you within my grasp at anytime I wanted." He wanted to reassure his sub that it was okay to make this decision. He grasped Grant's chin in one hand and looked at him, intently.
"I respect your opinion, love. But can you give your patients up that easily, Grant?" he asked softly.
"Why would you want an old bastard like me in your grasp, anyhow?" Grant asked as he lowered his eyes and picked at the remains of his lunch. Could he just walk away from his patients? Yes he thought he could, at least the majority of them, there were a few he wouldn't mind continuing to see, but would just one day in the office stay just one day?
"If I knew I could do just one day a week in the office, then I could treat some of the special ones. Little Bird and Bit, I can see at the house and I'll keep my license current. But my biggest fear is that I will start with just one day and end up back in the office six days a week, lose my weekends and nights with you as well." He didn't want to admit to it, but he'd recently started having dreams of his Dom replacing him with someone younger.
Damon nodded. "And I wonder the same thing about you wanting a cranky old man such as myself." It seemed as if Grant was keeping something else from him but his sub would tell him when he was ready. "How about a compromise? Starting now, inform your patients that you are going to retire. Offer to help them find a new therapist and keep say three that you really would really like to help. Set up one day that you would like to see them and I will help you keep to that schedule."
Damon grinned at his mate. "The rest of the time I will have you tied to the bed so you won't be able to see patients, Little Bird or Bit." He leaned forward and nuzzled Grant. "How does that sound?"
Grant kept his head down as he bit his lip and thought to himself. "You still want to tie me up, Sir?" he asked quietly. And then he thought about what else his husband had said.
"How could I not want my Master?" He continued to play with the crusts of bread, debating on saying more, opening his mouth before he could stop himself. "I'd understand if you wanted someone else to play with. That Brad Dobbins was keen on you at the last play party we went to, he's nice looking." He mentally cursed himself for a fool as silence enveloped the couple.
Damon frowned. What had brought this on? Brad Dobbins? Damon tried to think back to the last time they had gone to a play date. He couldn't put a face to the name, but that really didn't matter. Grant was all that mattered right now and for some reason he thought Damon wanted to get rid of him. Best put down all this right now he decided.
Damon cleared his throat and sat up straighter. "It seems that I have been lax in showing you my attention, Pet and for that I am sorry." He forced Grant to look at him and held the other man's gaze. "Tie you up, tie you down and string you from the ceiling if it so pleases me, boy. You are Mine and there is no way in Hell that I want someone new." He growled out.
"I am still pleasing Damon?" Grant choked out, wanting to believe his husband’s words, trying to push the dreams from his mind. He could feel a stirring in his belly, he wanted to touch the man in front of him, wanted to be on his knees and his head resting on his thigh. He gave that one more thought before he did slide out of his chair and onto his knees at his husband's side.
It was a good thing the bar was empty, but he didn't think he'd have cared if it were a packed Saturday night; he just needed to know he was still allowed to be here, that it was still his place. "Master shows his property what attention he deserves, if he deserves it." The last play party had bothered him greatly when he watched his Master put unattached sub on the cross and flog him.
Damon did his best not to gasp when he realized Grant had gone to his knees. "Dammit all, Grant." He pulled his wand and jerked the other man into his lap. He conjured a cushion and let Grant slide back down to his previous position. He was upset now. He rubbed his face then reached down to run his fingers through Grant's hair. What the fuck had happened that Grant thought he had to act like this for attention?
"Of course you are still pleasing." Damon tried to make light of things. "Why would I take the time to train someone new when you got me wrapped around your fingers already?" He smiled down at Grant. "I don't want anyone but you, Pet,” he whispered softly. He cleared his throat. "What do you need, boy?"
"To know that this boy is still able to please his Master. After all, you are a wizard and you still have many years left to train a new boy to your liking." Grant said sadly, withdrawing further into himself. He'd displeased his Master; he'd made him curse him as if he were nothing but a green newbie when he knelt to show his submission to him.
He longed to arch into his husband's hand, but images from last night's vivid dream kept playing in his mind, the memories of Damon enjoying himself immensely with the other man. Hoping Damon wasn't watching, he quickly swiped at a tear that was coursing down his cheek as he stared at the shoes of the other man. Without thinking, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the toe of each.
"Oh, Grant." Damon whispered, "I'm sorry, so sorry." He leaned down and brought Grant's face up to where he could look him in the eyes again. He wiped the tears from his sub's face. "My love, I have neglected you more than I had thought. You please me more than I could ever express." He pulled the other man into his lap and rubbed his back. He held Grant close and rocked him. "Let me take you home and show you just how much."
Damon carried Grant out of the bar, aiming his wand over his shoulder to lock the place up. He set Grant on his feet for just a moment then settled the younger man in front of him on the big Harley.
Once home, he carted his husband to their bedroom and laid him down on the bed. "Stay right there and don't move." He turned to their toy chest and rummaged for something special.
Grant lay as instructed, looking up at the dream catcher that hung above the bed they shared. He cursed himself for being such a needy bottom, but it had been so long since Damon had touched him as his Master that he wondered what he was to the other man anymore. He could remember long ago when Damon took great pleasure in whipping him from his ankles to the nape of his neck and how much he himself had enjoyed the touch.
It had to be close to two years since Damon had done more than swat his ass in passing. He'd thought that the other man had simply lost the sadistic streak that had played a big part in their private life, but when he'd sat and watched him play rough with others not seven weeks ago, he knew then that there was something about himself that Damon no longer wanted.
He closed his eyes as he listened to his Master moving about and wondered to himself if he would be doing the other man a favor if he called the man he'd played with to come play with Damon once more. He would step aside, as a good submissive should, he'd served his purpose, and maybe it was time to remember that.
Damon dug in the chest until he found the leather cuffs he was looking for and for good measure he found a cat 'o nine tails. He turned back to the bed to find a look on Grant's face. It made him all the more determined to show the other man how much he cared for him. He cleared his throat and waited for Grant to open his eyes. "I think you need to be reminded of your place, boy." He growled, smacking his hand with the tails and nodded to Grant. "Get up, boy and strip. Now."
Grant's eyes opened at the sound of his Master clearing his throat; guiltily he looked at the older man and noticed the heavy cat in his hands. At his Master's command he rolled off the bed and quickly stripped, folding his clothes and setting them neatly on the chair next to the bed. Old rules were deeply embedded into the man. "Where would you like me positioned Master? Our cross is no longer set up,” he said quietly as he stood with his head bowed and his hands palm out on his thighs. He couldn't help himself, but hearing the leather cracking on Damon's palm sent something stirring deep in his belly. He wanted to beg for a beating, but he would never disrespect his Master by being pushy, not at a time like this. He'd done that once at a play party and had not been able to sit down for nearly two weeks and in fact still bore a scar from the punishment he'd received.
"Did you not just inform me that I was a wizard, boy?" Damon grabbed Grant's chin and looked at him. "I don't need a cross to string you up and set you to rights. Especially for that bit of cheek just now." He smacked Grant's face lightly; right cheek first then the left. Damon slipped the tails between his knees for a moment and snapped the cuffs to Grant's wrists. Taking his wand once more he aimed it at the ceiling and conjured a hook. Next he levitated Grant and slipped the chain connecting the cuffs together over the hook, then lowered him so that his feet just rested on the bedroom floor.
Once Grant was hanging from the ceiling, Damon dug in the chest and found some nylon rope. He severed it in half with his wand and the conjured two more eyelet hooks into the floor. He tied the rope around Grant's ankles and then spread him out in an inverted "Y" and tied down his legs to the eyelets. Damon walked around Grant and surveyed his handy work. He looked into this sub's eyes. "Your word?" He asked.
His face stinging from the blows, Grant waited until his Master had him bound before he replied. "Red, Master, my word is red." He swallowed once more before speaking again. "Sir... please... use your slut as you see fit, he needs to be put in his place." He closed his eyes then and reveled in the stretch of his muscles that he had missed for so long. He could feel the beginnings of an erection and didn't know if he should try to will it away or not, he didn't know what type of scene Damon had planned for him. He'd wait and just hope it didn't grow anymore until he knew for sure. He began to breath deeply and steadied his nerves for the upcoming strikes.
Damon cleared his throat. "Red, it is." He watched as Grant's cock twitched in anticipation and grinned. Gods it had been a long time since they had played. Damon briefly wondered why they had stopped their games. He shook off the musings as he admired his husband, all set up for him. Quick as a rattler he reached out and squeezed Grant's cock, hard.
"Is that back talk I hear or begging, boy?" He pinched the tip for good measure, before letting go and walked around him once again. Trying to decide the best way to go about this, Damon flicked his wrist and snapped the tails just to watch Grant's reaction. They cracked loudly in the still room. "Answer me, pet."
"Begging Master, I am begging you to please put that fucking leather to good use on me!" Grant nearly yelled as his body snapped tight as a bowstring at the sounds. His prick was definitely interested and the pinch had only served to wake it up more. He opened his eyes wide and tried to twist around to see his Master and what he was doing.
In years past he'd have never even considered doing something like that, but right now he found he simply didn't give a fuck. He wanted the beating the other, younger man had gotten instead of him. He wanted his husband to bend him over when he was done and split him open.
Damon nodded. "Back talk it is then." He grinned and then watched in disbelief as Grant tried to wiggle around and see what he was doing. He tried not to let the shock show on his face. What the Hell?
"Seems to me we need to start over because you have forgotten your place, boy." Damon laid the tails down on the bed. "Maybe I just need to let you hang here for awhile until I can decide what to do with you, eh? You want I should take you down and let you loose? I can do that as well." He bent and started to untie on of Grant's ankles.
Grant went instantly still as he heard the words. Oh Merlin, what in the hell had he done. "No Master, please no." he cried out, nearly in tears. The thought of being taken down was tantamount to be thrown away as Damon's boy. He wasn't above begging and he knew that. "Please, this boy is sorry, Master." he sobbed brokenly as he felt his ankle freed. "Please beat me."
Damon nearly stopped at the tears but he realized if he did then Grant wouldn't understand. It could destroy all that they had together. He had to see this through, had to reassert himself in the face of Grant’s rebellion. Damon tightened the rope at Grant's ankle but didn't reattach it to the hook. "Why should I beat you? It's what you want, I understand that, but should I reward you for your behavior? Should I grant you what you desire for forgetting your place?"
"You are right Damon, I don't deserve to hang here for you anymore." Grant said as the tears coursed down his cheeks. "I'll go call Dobbins for you if you'll undo me." He hung his head and waited. Inside so mixed up at what he was feeling. So stressed from the client overload, the bar, the business with getting Little Bird legal here, the upcoming baby, Harry's neurosis, Damon's health, and Merlin only knew that he just didn’t feel like himself anymore. He would just quietly make the phone call for his husband and then go drink himself into oblivion when all he'd wanted was a beating to let go of his stress. His Master was right though; he didn't deserve to get what he wanted.
Damon stood and looked at Grant. He reached out and slapped Grant’s face lightly to get him focused again, then grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet his stare. "I don't want a fuck up. I want you. Don't give me that bullshit about not deserving anything." He bent again and tied Grant's ankle back to the hook. Damon sat on the edge of the bed and watched as tears ran down his love's face. "Talk to me, baby. Tell me why you think I would want another? Tell me why you felt you had to buck my authority. Do it now or I really will take you down, Grant."
"You haven't used anything on me in years." Grant sobbed, his breath coming in short, hard pants as he went on. "But when we were at the party you put several others up on the cross and left me sitting there like I was nothing to you." He pulled hard against his bonds wanting to smack his husband back, not surprised when he was stopped short by the cuffs.
"He... they told me you needed someone younger, someone that could take what you could give." He screamed out in rage. He was going overboard and he knew that he was making a spectacle of himself, but he found himself not really caring. Everything had been building up since they had gone to the party in Wheeling, the dreams were coming nightly now and the stress of everyday was closing in on him.
"I am scared to death that one day I am going to wake up and you won't, and then I will be nothing." His chest heaved as he fought for control, his eyes clenched tight as he waited for the tell tale release of pressure on his limbs. "I just wanted to know you still looked at me as your submissive and not just the old man that makes your breakfast every morning." He hung his head and just waited in silence as he listened to the steady breathing of the man on the bed.
Damon nodded and stood up. "Very well." He took up the tail again and walked around Grant. "I suppose you need to be shown instead." He reared back and let the tails fly across Grant's arse. "If this will help ground you then this is what you get."
He reached back again and let the tails impact across Grant's thighs. Red whelps rose up after the two swings. Damon reached out and rubbed his hands along the lines then slapped his ass and then again on his thighs over the red lines leaving his handprints there.
Grant's head snapped back at the first contact, his breath leaving him in a grunt of pain as his ass caught fire. "Thank you Master,” he sobbed as he heard the second strike whistle through the air. "Please let me hurt for you,” he begged wanting, needing more. It had been so long, he didn't know what he could take, but he didn't care. If he could, he would let his troubles flow out of him with his tears. "I love you Master,” he moaned as Damon slapped his thighs. He could feel the quiet strength he had relied on so often in his younger days start to creep through his veins, as the pleasant burn spread.
Damon nodded then realized Grant couldn't see him. This time he backed up and raised the tails again striking Grant's mid back. If he had to beat it into the other man's head that he loved him then by gods he would. He swung again, harder this time, and aimed just a bit higher, scoring the man's shoulders. He watched as the red lines formed and puffed up on his love's skin. He dropped the tails for a moment and admired the crisscrosses.
Damon reached up and then dragged his hands across Grant's back, digging his fingernails into the flesh and once again made new lines that ran vertical this time instead of horizontal. He slapped Grant's arse again and then squeezed the reddened cheeks. "I love you too, Boy."
"I want them to just let me be me,” he sobbed softly as he gave himself over to Damon. "I don't have all the answers for them." He focused on the pain and let himself begin to purge his thoughts. He knew most of the time Damon never listened, so he had never bothered censoring what he said during these periods. As he poured everything out of his mind, he began to feel himself get floaty as Damon's fingers dug into him.
Damon listened with half an ear as Grant began mumbling. He caught something about a dream and it dawned on him. Grant was slipping away and needed to be brought back. "Very good, baby. You did so well." Damon vanished the restraints and Grant slid down into his arms. He laid Grant on the bed and summoned a healing salve. "Let me take care of you, now." He warmed the potion between his hands and began to rub the mixture into Grant's body, all the while telling him how beautiful he was and how good he had been.
Damon was rock hard and wanted to slide into Grant's warmth. He would wait until the other man was a little more coherent first. "Come back to me, baby. I love you and want you very much."
Grant mumbled and snuggled closer to his husband as he became more aware of his surroundings. He opened one dark eye and looked up at Damon. "Did you leave my marks, Master?" he asked softly as he pressed a kiss to the hollow of the older man's collarbone. He could feel his husband's arousal and stretched up to kiss his mate softly. "Thank you. I love you." He wrapped one hand around his Master's cock and stroked it with reverence; he wanted to be taken so badly. “I’m yours to do with as you will, Sir."
Damon groaned and arched into the touch. His hands slid lower and he continued to rub Grant's backside. "I'll leave you some of them." He skipped over Grant's arse and then rubbed the salve into his thighs. His hands glided over the strong legs and carefully spread them wider. Damon settled himself between Grant's legs. He grabbed his wand and summoned the lube from the bedside table. He wiped his hands on the bed sheet and liberally coated his fingers. "I want you to ride me, Boy. I am going to slick you up and then I want you to ride me hard." He traced the whelps on Grant's ass with a fingertip and then slowly slid his finger into the tight pucker of the other man's warmth.
Grant whimpered softly in need as his husband's finger breeched his pucker. He pushed back, aching for more. Not wanting to wait, he pushed at his husband until Damon was on his back and Grant was coating his lover's cock in the lube. "Please Master." he begged softly as he raised himself up and positioned his entrance against the head of Damon's cock. He pushed himself down slowly, his eyes closing at the stretch and burn of a not so ready breeching, but he didn’t care. He stopped halfway and squeezed his muscles around his husband as he waited for his body to adjust to the intrusion. His legs shaking with the effort, he pushed himself the rest of the way down until his Master was completely sheathed and waited for him to tell him to begin.
Damon grabbed Grant's hips and held back a scream as his husband surrounded him. "Oh gods, Grant." He dug his fingers into the soft skin and squeezed. "Yes! Move Boy, move. Now." Damon reached up and ran his hands down Grant's front. His fingers stroked the tan chest and twisted a nipple. He grabbed one of Grant's hands, twining their fingers. The other wrapped around his cock. "Ride me, now!" He stroked down Grant's dick and squeezed before gliding back up the erect length.
One hand clenching his husband's hand, the other on his shoulder to steady him, Grant began to rock back and forth. Moving faster as he opened more, soon raising himself up to slam back down the full length of his husband's prick. With each rise of his body, he forced his ass to unclench, only to tighten his muscles back up to near virgin tight with each down stroke. He was determined to wring pleasure from his Master. Pulling his hand from Damon's shoulder, he batted at the hand that was wrapped around his own erection. He didn't want to come like that. "Master, make me come with just your prick, please." he whimpered as he pushed himself harder and faster on the steely heat that was piercing him.
Damon let go and rolled them so that Grant was on his back. He lifted Grant's legs and placed them on his shoulder then nearly bent the man in half to pound into him harder and faster. "Is this what you want, Boy? You want me to fuck you, take you and break you?" Damon growled into Grant's ear.
"Gods yes." Grant sobbed as he felt himself bent nearly in two. "Make me yours, don't let me forget it." Without thinking he snaked a hand down between them and began to fist his cock as his ass clenched around his husband's prick. "Break me, my Master, teach me,” he whimpered as he looked up into the face of the man he'd spent more than half his life with.
Damon smacked his hand away. "You want my cock, you'll come on my cock alone then." Damon bent forward even more and captured Grant's lips in a searing kiss. "I will never let you forget. You are mine. Mine and mine alone." He angled his thrusts upward, pushing harder and harder with each stroke. The bed rocked with his efforts and he knew he wouldn't last too much longer. "You are mine and I want you to come now. Come right now, Grant!" He sank his teeth into the soft flesh of Grant's neck and continued to ride his love.
He felt his body respond to the command even though it had been years since he'd heard it spoken to him. His hips jerking wildly, he felt his sac draw up tighter, the coiling in his belly was springing. He pushed himself up hard onto his Master's cock as he felt the first white-hot ribbon of come spurt from his untouched member. "I... I'm coming... Oh gods I'm coming." he keened as the bite triggered his release. "Harder." he begged of his husband, he needed to feel him pound into him as hard as he possibly could, and he wanted to hurt like this for him as well. Wanted to remember.
Damon bit down harder and slammed into Grant. He felt Grant's release hit him, searing his stomach. His own release seconds behind the younger man's. It roared through his body as he screamed Grant's name. He rode it out as he slowed his thrusts before collapsing on the other man.
Grant still trembled as he wrapped his arms around his husband and pressed kisses to his mate's face. Whispering words of love and thanks, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of security he got from being covered under the other man's weight. He clenched his arse around Damon's softening prick, he didn't want him to pull out yet, didn't want to be empty. He looked at the face of the man he'd given his life to and suddenly felt ashamed of the doubt he'd felt earlier. His breath hitched in his throat as a sob tried to work free.
Damon felt Grant's chest hitch and knew he should get off the other man but didn't want to lose the closeness. Instead he rolled them to where Grant was on top and he rubbed the other man's back. "Shush baby, it's okay. Let it go. I am here to catch you."
“I'm sorry Damon. I just kept having these damned dreams that you wanted someone else, that I wasn’t enough to please you anymore." he sniffled as he buried his face against the other man's neck. "And then everything else, I've just felt so damned overwhelmed by everyone. And now I am whining like a damn baby."
Damon laughed. "It's alright, love." He rubbed Grant's back. "You are my damn baby then." He kissed the back of Grant's head. "I am a thick-skulled red blooded American male. Let me know when I fuck up, babe. It's what I am here for. Don't keep it all bottled up inside." He squeezed the other man to him. "I love you Grant and I always will." He whispered softly.
"I love you too Damon, nothing will change that." Grant murmured as he felt his eyes grow heavier while Damon rubbed his back in gentle circles. "What do you want for breakfast in the morning? It's the weekend so I have plenty of time to cook." he asked as he yawned, wincing slightly as Damon finally slipped free of his body and he felt the wet stickiness dribble from his body. He rolled to his side so he wouldn't smash his lover through the night.
"Nothing. We can invade Sev's place and see what's going on over there. Make that boy fix you breakfast for once. If that fails I am sure there is someplace open where I can get my coffee." Damon felt rather than saw the wince. "Let's get cleaned up before bed. A hot shower will do our old bones good." He smacked the other man on the ass and watched as his handprint once again graced his love's body.
"Evil old coot." Grant mumbled as he rolled off the bed and tiredly made his way into their bathroom to start the shower for his husband. He knew what would happen if they went to Sev's for breakfast, he'd end up cooking for more than just he and Damon, sighing he shook his head and set the towels out as he turned and admired his marks in the full length mirror. That Dobbins guy sure didn't have beauties like these when Damon finished with him. Grant saw proof of the older man's love and smiled to himself as the bathroom door opened and his love came in.
Damon slapped Grant's arse again just because it was sticking out there and bent to start the shower. "Get your butt in the shower boy, I'll do this." He picked up a washcloth climbed in the stall and held out his hand to Grant. "Come on babe, Let's not run all the hot water down the drain."
He took his husband's hand and stepped into the large shower stall and turned to face his husband with his hand out for the washcloth. "Would you like me to do that Sir?" he asked as he motioned to Damon's body as he stood under the hot spray. Grant was finally starting to feel the wincing pain from his bruises and knew that tomorrow was going to be a bitch and a half. He was going to be stiff and sore from tonight, but at least now he felt lighter in spirit.
"No, I am a big boy and I want to take care of you right now." He maneuvered Grant around until he was in the spray of hot water. He soaped the flannel and leaned in to kiss Grant lightly. Starting at the top he washed Grant's front, his fingers sliding through the slick suds as he washed and caressed his lover. He bent and worked his way down the rest of his body. Damon lingered over his cock and slowly tended to that area, lifting and cleaning the other man thoroughly, before moving the wash cloth and washing the other bits they’d not played with that evening. "Turn around and let me look at the number I did on you again."
Grant bowed his head and turned to face the wall, letting Damon see the livid bruises that were quickly rising in the hot water. Neither one of them had taken into consideration the potions Grant took daily now. He'd not been on them the last time they had played. Damon was treated to the sight of several bruises that were the exact size and shape of his hands, not to mention the places where the tails had struck his skin. Grant sighed as the water beat down on him, blissfully unaware that he looked like a victim of domestic abuse. "Damon, you might want to hurry up so you have plenty of hot water,” he said as he waited for the touch of his husband's hands on his back.
"Fuck." Damon hissed softly. Now he remembered why they didn’t play like that anymore. God dammit, how had he forgotten that? He carefully reached out and gently touched a handprint. "Grant. Oh Grant. The healing salve didn't work." He rubbed his face. "What the hell have I done to you? Fuck!"
"I'm alright Master, it's okay." Grant said as he turned and pressed against his husband. "No one but you sees my body anyhow and my face doesn't bruise as easily, so no one is going to ask questions." He too had forgotten that he had been bruising easier and he hated knowing that he was causing his mate distress. Early on in their marriage, some well meaning busy body had had the nerve to accuse Damon to his face of abusing him and it was months before his husband would touch him again. He didn't want that to happen again. He pressed the washcloth back into Damon's hand and waited.
Damon looked into Grant's eyes. He had forgotten that he had slapped the other man’s face several times. He searched his face waiting to see if the bruises showed up there. "No, Grant it's not. This is something I should have remembered." He sighed. "Need to get Sev over here so he can brew up the proper potions. I am sorry pet, but I can't leave these marks on you like this." Damon carefully traced the tail lines again. "I leave different ones but these have to go, ASAP."
"I'm sorry Damon." Grant said softly and took the washcloth from him and began to wash his husband efficiently. If he'd known he was going to bruise this easily, he would have used the upstairs shower so Damon wouldn't have known. The bruises didn't bother him, knowing they were there that is. Okay so they did hurt some, but a good whipping did hurt, that was a given. For some damned reason he was feeling as though he was at fault, that he had plotted to make his husband feel guilty for touching him. He could tell from the set of the older man's jaw that it was going to be a good while before he was touched in any manner again.
Damon heard the hurt in Grant's voice and jerked the other man into his arms. "No. No more apologizing from you. Do you hear me?" He sighed and just held Grant for a moment. "I couldn't bear it if some wise ass got it in his head to take a page from the good Christian’s book and meddle. I refuse to go through that again. These bruises have to go, Grant." He looked into his mate's eyes. "I will replace them, I promise but these are bad and they have to go."
"Sev doesn't need to see them, does he?" Grant asked quietly as he nodded his head to what his husband said. Damon didn't need some moron claiming crap like that again; it would ruin his reputation in town.
"I don't know. He might." Damon shook his head. "I promise pet, I will replace them." He traced the place where he had sunk his teeth into Grant's neck. "If you have to have something from tonight then you may keep this one. I think it's the least of them all. Understood?"
"I understand; this one will be fine.” Grant said as he leaned into the touch. "Does this mean we will play again, or is it all over?"
Damon laughed. "Oh no, it will never be over pet. Just modified a bit.”
"Maybe not let two years pass before you touch me again?" Grant asked, trying to keep all tones of cheekiness out of the question. He didn't know if he could go through not knowing if he was still wanted or not, again. It had nearly been his undoing tonight.
Damon smirked. "Definitely not, you cheeky monster." He carefully gathered up Grant's balls and squeezed. "I'll just have to invent new ways to teach you your lessons. We have all the time in the world to try and work them out." He leaned in and captured Grant's mouth in a slow and sensual kiss. "Once you get your schedule fixed I'll have even more time to find new ways to keep you in pain. Promise."
"Mmmmm.... I love promises." Grant purred as he spread his legs more for his husband and felt the tug of pain in his belly. Exquisite. Opening his dark eyes, he looked at his husband and smiled. "I really missed having you put me in my place when I needed it." He leaned in for a kiss and then reached back to shut the cooling water off. "Okay old man, get out so I can dry your wrinkled ass off and we can go to bed. You know I'll end up making breakfast for the whole damned house over there in a few hours." he muttered as he stepped out first and held a towel open for his husband.
Damon's eyes flashed. "I meant what I said about breakfast. And since I need the damn potions brewed it will probably be me cooking breakfast. I'll be damned if you are going to go somewhere else and cook." He took the towel from Grant and snapped his lower leg with it. "Come here. I am taking care of you remember."
Grant rolled his eyes at the thought of his husband in the kitchen, let alone cooking. Merlin knew he didn't need another bout of food poisoning like he'd had the year the man had gotten it into his head he was going to cook the turkey for Thanksgiving. He didn't say anything however, just let the man believe whatever he wanted as he stepped forward to allow Damon to run the towel over him. He winced as he felt the towel snap his leg. "Damon, love, this would be the time that I need for you not to inflict pain. My legs hurt."
"Ah yes. Well then let me remedy that." Damon wrapped a towel around his waist. He scooped the other man up and carried him to the bed. "There," Damon stated, "Off your legs and on your backside." He turned and dug in the chest of drawers for pyjamas for him and Grant. "Let's get you dressed and under the covers so you can snore in my ear. Want me to try the bruise slave again?" Damon looked down at the man sprawled on the bed. His man in his bed. Pride made his heart swell. "I love you, Grant.”
"I love you too,” he said as he watched his husband, still amazed the old fart had carried him in from the bathroom. "Don't worry about the salve, we should save it for the weekend, I know you are going to need it after being bumped and jostled by everyone." He held his hand out for his pyjama bottoms so that he could slip them on and then crawl under the covers. "Furthermore, I DO NOT snore, you do. You just wake yourself up snoring and feel the need to blame it on me."
Damon chuckled. He bent to help Grant put his bottoms on. "Lift." He commanded when he got them to Grant's hips. "We'll see about that now, eh? Shall we cast a monitoring charm and see who snores the loudest, pet? I am certain it is you that is buzz sawing out the coal mines." Damon chuckled again and got dressed. He slid beneath the covers and held them up while Grant settled himself down next to him.
"I don't snore. Cast whatever charm you like, you'll be kissing my ass in the morning because I do NOT snore. However you, on the other hand could raise the dead,” he muttered as he scooted in next to his husband and felt himself be cradled in the other man's arms. "Are you going to love me when I am old?" he asked as he arranged his pillow to his liking.
"What the hell are you talking about I love you now, don't I? And you ARE old." Damon ducked as a pillow came flying over his head. "Old men snore remember and I distinctly remember telling you that before. There case closed. It's time for sleep."
"Good night Damon and you are older than me by the way,” he said smugly as he snuggled in close and shut his eyes.
Damon waved his wand and the lights went out. He snuggled Grant closer and vowed to make sure Sev would brew the salve he needed and make sure that he and Bit conspired to keep Grant out of the kitchen tomorrow. Even if he had to have something Flooed in for breakfast. He carefully ran a hand down Grant’s abused back and made another oath to pay better attention to his Sub and as a grin curled his face, to find a better way to push his mate. He drifted off to sleep knowing he would replace the marks on Grant soon. He had forgotten how much he had like to see the ownership there.