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Summary:August of 1995. Severus continues to learn and make mistakes, unfortunately some mistakes harm more than himself. Now he must deal with the consequences.
Warnings: BDSM, Water sports, Streaking
AN: Continuation of Volcano. We stress the watersports warning and if that squicks you in any way please do not read this section.
Volcano Part 3: Second Half
PREVIOUSLY:
Severus grabbed Davy's arm and pulled him back down. "Eat! Apparently someone doesn't think I am caring for you properly." He held out a slice of bacon to the other man. "Open your mouth."
Davy looked at Severus, his eyes wide as he shook his head. "Please Sir, I'm full," he whispered.
"'Bout damn time you spoke up." Max growled softly. He drained his coffee mug and slammed it on the table.
Davy looked from Max to Severus then to where Severus had a white knuckle grip on his arm. He was the cause of this. Davy went to his knees and leaned his head forward to take the bacon from Severus' fingers; he didn't know what else to do. He chewed slowly, revulsion at the feel and taste of the chewy meat in his mouth making him feel ill; finally he swallowed the mass and looked back up at Severus. "Thank you Sir," he whispered hoarsely. "May I be allowed to clean now?"
Severus glared at Max and held out another piece to the sub. "Eat."
Breathing shallowly, Davy looked at the greasy strip and opened his mouth obediently. He closed his eyes as rough fingers shoved the meat between his lips. Davy clenched his hands into fists as he forced himself to chew and swallow before he looked back up at Severus, tears streaking his cheeks. "Thank you Sir," he whispered once more.
"That's enough!" Shocked and surprised at Max's behaviour, Gregory stood up. He had had it from both Doms and wouldn't put up with this any longer. "I don't what the fuck happened but you are making him sick. He's a human, for fuck's sake. He doesn't need to be treated like a goddamned bone between dogs."
He got up and walked over to Davy and pulled his arm from Severus' grasp. "And for your information, he's a vegetarian as well." He helped the sub stand and turned to Damon and Grant. "Pardon me, sirs. I need to care for my friend first then I'll be back to clean up our mess."
Davy huddled away from the group, averting his eyes; he hated to be stared at, especially when he wasn't feeling well. "I'm alright Gregory, you shouldn't get in trouble because of me," he whispered softly as he gently pushed his friend back towards Max. "I'll have this cleaned up in just a few minutes."
Max looked up at Gregory's behaviour and growled low in his throat. "Sit back down Gregory, this doesn't concern you."
"No Davy, this is wrong." Gregory looked at Max. "I don't understand what the hell's wrong with you people but I know how this Lifestyle is supposed to work and this isn't it. Neither one of us have to stay someplace where our safety is jeopardized by idiocy, inexperience or just plain stubbornness. You both are making a mockery of our service to you and it's not right." He turned to Damon and Grant. "I apologize again, sirs for disturbing your meal, however I could not watch this any longer."
Gregory knelt and held a hand out to Davy. "Your health and safety should always come first. Let me help you."
"You'll be in trouble," Davy breathed softly as he let Gregory take his arm and help him to his feet.
"He'll not be in trouble Davy," Max said quietly as he watched the two young men. He knew he'd been taking his anger out on the submissive and felt like a heel for it.
Davy made it a few steps away before his stomach rebelled; fuelled by the emotions, unfamiliar foods, and earlier activities, he began to vomit forcefully as he went to his knees.
Damon tapped Grant on the shoulder and nodded to the subs. "Dr. Wolffe, if you wouldn't mind please." he said softly to his husband. "I'll deal with Max and Severus."
Grant got to his feet and looked to Gregory. "Would you fetch a dish towel and wet it please?" he asked softly as he moved to kneel down next to Davy, stroking the young man's back as he knelt there with his head hung.
"I'm sorry," Davy whispered raggedly, "I'm sorry, I'll get my things and go."
"Hush, none of that. Let's get you cleaned up first," Grant murmured as he took the wet cloth and bathed the young man's face with it.
Davy's breath hitched and his stomach boiled again. "Watch out." He retched again expelling more of the food from his stomach and shook his head. "It's all my fault."
Gregory shook his head and reached out to run a hand over Davy's hair. "No, it's not Davy. I tried to tell you yesterday. Lines have to be drawn if you are going to play, regardless if you are a sub or a slave."
Grant frowned as he heard the two speak, something was going on that he didn't know about and he was pretty sure he wasn't going to be happy when he discovered what it was. "Davy, are you being forced to do things against your will?" he asked softly and looked up at Gregory.
Davy looked up at Gregory pleading with him silently not to say a word about his condition or otherwise. "No sir. I am trying to push my limits, nothing out of the ordinary occurred."
Gregory shook his head at Davy. " I can't do it Davy, it's not safe anymore. I warned you, if it got worse then I would have to tell and it's worse now." He looked at Grant. "They aren't communicating. Davy's diabetic and Severus is being irresponsible for not taking the time to find out."
He looked down at his friend. "I'm sorry. It goes against my training as a submissive and a healer to let you suffer through this. I only want to help Davy. Please don't be angry with me."
Grant closed his eyes for a moment and blew out his breath, he'd been right, he wasn't happy.
Davy looked at Gregory, hurt and confusion in his eyes; his friend had promised. "He'll not want me now," he said softly. "It wasn't bad, it really wasn't."
Gregory knelt and pulled his friend into his arms. "I'm sorry Davy but if he doesn't take the time to understand how to care for you then he doesn't deserve you." He pressed a kiss to the dark hair. "It was bad and if you still want to play we need to get this fixed. You have to be honest with him. He seems to be a good person just inexperienced."
Grant looked over to Damon to see if his husband had heard any of this.
Damon eyed the subs and took a deep breath. He still didn't know what all was going on but he wanted to wait until his husband had made certain the boy was alright before screaming and yelling. He had missed something and that was not good. No, not good at all and the little submissive was paying for it, it seemed. He looked at Grant. "Well?"
Grant waited until he'd gotten Damon a few feet away from the others and asked him to put up a silencing charm before he would speak further. "Gregory feels Davy is being forced into doing things that are dangerous for him. Apparently Davy and Severus are not communicating as they should be. Severus has no clue the boy is diabetic or a vegetarian and we just watched him force meat into the boy's mouth."
Damon's eyes closed and he groaned softly. "Fuck. I do not want to deal with this today." He sighed, opened his eyes and looked at Grant. " Alright, first things first. Is Davy medically and physically alright? If he is then I'll deal with Severus and Max, if not let's get Max over here to help him."
Grant raised a brow at Damon. "I can deal with Davy, I did do a few years with physical medicine you know," he said with an easy smile. "The question I have is this. Do you want the boy here?"
Damon smiled weakly. "I know and I apologize. It's become habit to call on Max lately." He sighed. "He's an adult and honestly it’s some of my own fault he's in this state. I don't have a problem with him staying so long as they play safely, you know that. I don't care how you play so long as it consensual. I don't think it would be right to send him away just because of a misunderstanding. Not after what Max told me yesterday. He's looking for an escape and got in over his head it seems. I need to help them fix this."
Grant nodded and leaned up to press a kiss to his husband's cheek. "I'll take care of Gregory and Davy then. You deal with those two... idiots," he murmured and then waited for Damon to drop the silencing charm.
Damon snorted and shook his head. "Yes dear." He smirked and cancelled the charm. Pressing a kiss to Grant's hair and trailing his fingers in it to calm himself, he nodded and walked back to the table.
"Alright. We need to have a talk, gentleman." He sat down and looked at the two men he was fast coming to consider his sons. "I need to know what happened this morning that caused this chaos. One at a time, calmly and orderly. Max, you first." He crossed his hands over his chest and waited.
Max didn't say anything for a moment, deliberating on what exactly to say. "I woke and they were engaged in what I would consider an inappropriate behaviour."
Damon nodded. Max was a pretty easy going guy and had seen him and Grant play rough so whatever it was had to have been disturbing to the other man for him to get this upset. He looked at Severus. "Do you mind telling me what exactly you were doing?"
Severus shifted his weight, he didn't actually feel that he'd done something wrong, but wondered now if perhaps he'd pushed the boy too far. "I pissed on him."
Damon rubbed his chin and closed his eyes. Water sports. It would be one of the few things that would set Max off. "Is this something you and he agreed to when you talked about his service to you for this week?" He asked, trying to remain calm. He looked at Severus knowing the answer by the look on his face but needing to hear the younger man's answer for himself.
"The subject wasn't brought up, but he didn't object," Severus said, he knew better than to argue, he should have asked. He turned and looked at Max. "I'm sorry if what I did offended you, it won't happen in the tent again."
Max nodded. "It shouldn't have happened in the first place, Sev. It not something you do with someone you are just fucking with. That's what offended me."
Severus pursed his lips, but chose to remain silent; perhaps Max was right. There had been an intimacy involved in the act that had made him a bit uneasy. "It shan't happen again." He looked over to where Grant was talking to Davy and took a deep breath. "Is he alright?"
Damon nodded. "Grant's seeing to him. We need to discuss what else happened this morning. Your force feeding him the bacon. You should have known he didn't eat meat, Severus. Why didn't you know and what else don't you know about him that could seriously injure him or yourself?" He eyed the younger man trying to think if he himself had left out some lesson when he had taught Severus the rules of engagement.
Severus thought for a moment and looked sheepishly at Damon. "We never talked about food, or really about much at all. I never asked and he never volunteered," he said quietly and stared at his hands for a moment. He closed his eyes and replayed the scene of him holding Davy down and forcing the meat into his mouth, he should have realized, should have seen the boy was frightened or something. Why hadn't he spoken up?
Damon licked his lips. "Why not? Severus, I know that I told you to talk with the sub and set down the ground rules before you even started playing." He looked at Max. "Did you tell him again after I turned him over to you?"
"I never considered food important," Severus said simply, he thought it was a reasonable assumption.
Max shook his head. "I told him he needed to talk to Davy, but I never really considered the food thing either," he shrugged. Inside he wondered if he hadn't failed Severus in some way.
Damon sighed. "Gentlemen, if you are going to take on a sub you need to know everything you can before playing with them. They aren't always going to volunteer the information so it is your job to get it. You are the Dom and the one making the decisions. You need that information to make the decision as to whether or not you want to play with them. They may have an allergy to certain things and you need to know that. People come from all walks of life to this Lifestyle and all that needs to be taken into consideration."
He eyed them both. "Now what should we do to fix this misunderstanding?"
"I knew I should have left him at Blue Feather," Severus muttered sullenly. He was just there to have fun, not be bothered with everyone's issues.
Damon's eyebrow arched and he stared at Severus. "If that's how you want to play it then I should have left your ass on the side of the road and let Grant take that damned cycle in the auction. How do you like them apples?" He reached across and poked Severus in the chest. "You want to play the game you got to accept the rules. Everybody has issues including you. They are part of life."
Severus met the older Dom's eyes and then looked down again, Damon was right. "I'll go talk to him," he said as he turned to leave.
Damon stood and grabbed Severus' arm. "Severus, think about your issues and don't be angry when you talk with him. Keep in mind no one likes to be rejected about mistakes made in the past."
Severus nodded, that was one lesson he well understood. "You are correct and I shan't forget, thank you," he said softly.
Grant looked up from where he'd been talking to Davy and watched Severus with wary eyes, not exactly certain what was getting ready to happen. The Potions Master's face was carefully neutral as he approached the young man that had offered to serve him for the week.
Severus stopped just before the group of subs. "I would like to speak with Davy for a moment."
Davy got up from the ground and stood waiting to follow the other man. "Yes Sir," he said quietly. This was it, he would be leaving for Chicago within the hour.
Severus lead them back to the tent and held the flap open for the submissive. He gestured to one of the lawn chairs and waited for Davy to sit. He crossed his arms and looked down at the man. "Do you want to tell me why you didn't inform me of your preferences Mister ..." He almost said Potter then realized the boy wasn't Potter nor did he even know Davy's last name. He scowled. "Why did you not inform me of information I needed to know?"
Davy looked at the floor of the tent instead up at the other man. "Why would what I like to eat matter?" He whispered. "I can serve you in any way you choose regardless of what I like." He spied his bag setting under the bed and sighed in relief when he realized he was basically still packed up.
"Look at me when I am talking to you." Severus snarled. If he had to, he would use Legilimency to get the information from the other man. "It matters because you might have an allergy and that is placing your safety on the line. Safety, that as your Dom, I am responsible for. It was irresponsible of you to act in such a manner."
Davy jerked his head up and looked at the other man. "Yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir." He started to look back at the floor of the tent again and caught himself. Something that Gregory and Grant both had told him was bothering him, he had to tell the other man that he was ill... maybe. "I'll get my things Sir and not trouble you again," he mumbled as he started out of the chair.
Severus pushed him back into the seat and glared at him. "I did not say you could leave, boy." He growled. "What else haven't you told me? I had to learn from Max that your last Master passed away. What else are you hiding?"
Stubbornly Davy shook his head, he couldn't tell him. No one else had cared before, he'd always taken care of it himself. "Nothing Sir."
Severus narrowed his eyes. "You are lying. I abhor liars, Davy."
"It's nothing I can't deal with Sir, honest."
Severus cleared his throat and changed tactics. He'd find out on his own. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared hard at Davy. "Look at me when I am talking to you. Why didn't you stop me this morning?" He got ready to silently cast Legilimens as soon as the boy's blue eyes met his own.
It worked on the Potter brat and would do so as well with this one. Albus Dumbledore had taught him that fine art and he had honed it to perfection, invading another's mind at will without them even being aware of it.
"You told me to eat, so I did as I was told," Davy said softly as he looked at Severus' shoulder.
Unable to help himself, he followed the line of the man's shoulder up to his neck and then face, his eyes coming to rest on the dark eyes of his Master. "I did as I was told," he whispered.
Severus met the gaze of the sub, cast the spell and was jerked into the man's mind. Images of Davy serving him flashed by, Gregory kissing Davy, holding him, Grant wiping Davy's face. He saw Davy forcing himself to throw up the night before, Davy pricking his finger for some reason and then a flash of a needle digging into Davy's stomach and the pained look on Gregory's face. He pulled himself back. "What kind of drugs are you using?"
Davy stared up at Severus, completely surprised and dumbfounded, had someone told him? "I don't use drugs," he snapped. "My life may be shitty, but I don't use drugs."
"Don't lie to me boy." Severus stalked to the tent flap. "Max! Come here!" He turned around and glared at Davy. "Do not move from that seat."
Max looked up from where he'd been talking to the others and acknowledged Severus. He got up and was soon ducking into the tent. "What's up?" he asked as he looked from his friend to the crabby looking younger man.
"What kind of drugs require someone to prick their finger and inject themselves with something in the stomach?" Severus demanded, not taking his eyes from Davy.
Max raised a brow and looked at Severus for a moment. "Is there a reason you are asking?" he asked and then looked at Davy. Frowning, he pulled out his wand and looked at Severus again. "Do you mind if I scan him?"
"By all means, be my guest." Severus sat and smirked at Davy. "I told you I detest a liar, Davy."
"Don't be a prick Sev," Max said as he stepped closer to Davy, raising his wand.
"Fine, I've got diabetes," Davy snapped as he glared at both Doms. "Happy now?"
Severus' brow wrinkled. "What is that and how do you cure it? I will brew a potion immediately."
Max shook his head and reached down to cup Davy's face in his hand. "Are you taking care of yourself as you should be here?" he asked gently, ignoring Severus for a moment. "How are your sugars running?"
Davy pulled his face from Max's hand. "Don't pretend you care. I know I'm a whore to you both so don't even try to be concerned. I'll take my things and go back to Blue Feather. You don't need to bother with the fuck toy any longer."
Max sighed softly as he let his hand drop to his side, he turned to Severus and nodded to the entrance of the tent. "Sev, I need you to step out for a few minutes, alright?" he asked as he turned back around and found the young submissive's bag. Crossing the tent, Max grabbed it up, upending it on his bed, digging through the contents for the small testing kit he was sure the boy had.
Severus glared at Max for a moment but nodded as he saw the syringes and such being dumped out. He left the tent to go ask Grant what diabetes was.
Davy gasped and rushed over to his things, picking them up as Max dug through them. "What are you doing? Get out of my stuff!"
With one big hand, Max held onto Davy securely and with the other he found the little testing kit. "Hush pet. Have you tested this morning?" he asked as he carefully sat Davy down and looked at him.
Davy crossed his arms. "Why should I tell you? You sent my Master away and now you are trying to tell me what to do. Give my stuff back and leave me alone! I'll go away so you don't have to deal with me."
Max shook his head and clucked at him. "I'm going to assume that you're sugar is running low and that's why you are behaving like this. Stick your hand out please," he said softly as he sat down on one of the chairs and opened the testing kit.
Davy folded his arms and placed his hands under his elbows. "No! I told you I don't want your help. You can't convince me you want to help either. Leave me and my stuff alone. Go away!"
Max smiled tightly, stood up and went to the tent entrance. "Damon, could you come here a moment please?" he called out and then went back into the tent.
Damon looked up as Max called his name. He had been listening to Grant and Gregory explain diabetes to Severus. He looked at his husband and shrugged then got up to see what Max required. He ducked into the tent and looked around, questioningly. "What's going on, Max? Davy?"
"I need to test his blood and he's being a bit stubborn so an extra pair of hands would be helpful if you don't mind," Max explained as he smiled to Damon and motioned to Davy.
Davy eyed the two men. "Don't touch me. I can scream louder than you think." He stood and stepped back from the them.
Damon blinked and smirked at the young man. "Sit down boy and let the Healer take a sample. He can help you. If you don't, I am going to have to hold you down. Don't make me do so." He growled at Davy.
Max reached out a hand to Damon. "I think his blood sugar is running low, that's what has him so irritable, he's not trying to provoke us. Davy, be a good boy and let me do the test," he said coaxingly. "Would you like something to eat? Maybe a peanut butter sandwich?"
Davy looked back and forth between the Doms and then at the tent opening, trying to gauge if he could get between them before they could stop him. "You can't make me."
Damon nodded and saw the furtive glance Davy gave the exit. He went to stand in front of the tent flap blocking the escape route. "Davy, let us help you. I promise Max won't hurt you. Grant's got some trail mix snacks you can have if you let Max see to you." He eyed the jumpy sub then hissed at Max. "Should I stun him?"
Davy glared at them both and stuck his hand out. "Go on, do what you want then I'll go, okay? No more problem and Severus can have someone he really wants," he muttered, glaring at both Doms. He would be back on his bike and headed home in less than an hour and he told himself to cheer up.
Damon cocked his head. The sudden changes was confusing. "What makes you think Severus doesn't want you? He's out there now trying to find out from Grant if there is a potion he could make for you, to help you with your condition."
All the fight went out of Davy with a sigh and he rubbed at his eyes. "I wish I'd gone with Master," he whispered softly as Max carefully swabbed one of his fingers and pricked it with a lancet.
Max listened to the young man and shook his head as he put the test strip in the machine. "You stay put, I'm going to go get you some juice and a sandwich," he said softly.
"Damon, when that beeps read the numbers for me, okay?" And with that he left the tent.
Damon nodded and edged closer to the sub. "You alright now?" He eyed the little machine. "Come here and talk to me. Tell me about your Master." He offered the sub some comfort. "Want me to hold your hand while we wait on your results?"
Davy simply sat still, staring straight ahead. "He's dead," he said woodenly. "I wish I were too."
The machine beeped and Damon glanced at the numbers. Hmm... fifty-five. He sat down and pulled the sub in to his lap, leaning the smaller man against his chest, his head over Damon's heart. "Don't say that. I am certain he would want you to be happy. Would you like to tell me some more about him?"
He looked at the tent entrance for Max, wanting the big healer to return quickly. He slowly rocked the sub and ran a hand over the man's hair. "Max will be back in a moment to help you."
Davy had stopped struggling, his head was hurting so bad, and everything just seemed to be too much effort. "Nothing to tell, I was his fuck toy, s'all I'm good for," he mumbled and closed his eyes.
Damon shook his head. So many people used and abused submissives in the name of the Lifestyle. "No, I don't think so. You seem to me to be a bright young man. Severus told me you were going to cooking school. Do you like cooking school?" He continued to rock the younger man, willing Max to hurry. He had no idea how to help the sub.
Dark lashes fluttered closed on the pale cheeks and Davy went quiet in Damon's arms a soft sigh on his lips.
Damon shook the younger man gently. "Davy?" When he didn't receive an answer, he stood and made for the door of the tent. "Max! Grant!" He carried the sub out of the tent heading for Grant.
Grant jerked his head up and immediately went to his husband, Max right behind him. "What was the reading?" Max asked as he picked up Davy's arm and took his pulse, shaking his head and motioning Damon back to the tent with the boy.
"Fifty-five. He said his Master being deceased and he wanted to go with him." Damon went back into the tent and laid the boy on the bed. "Is he going to be alright? Where's Sev and Gregory?"
Grant gently pulled Damon back out of Max's way. "Gregory and Sev went for a walk so Gregory could work some things out with him. It's probably for the best he's not here," he said as he watched Max. "Damon, could you get the honey bear please?"
Damon looked down at the sub then nodded. He ducked out of the tent to get the requested item.
Max waited for Damon to return and looked down, shaking his head at the submissive. "Sev really fucked up this time," he said softly as he pushed Davy's fringe back.
Grant nodded, he agreed with Max, but he thought Severus would still turn out alright. "We are keeping Davy here, right?"
Max nodded. "I'll keep an eye on both of them. They did this to each other and I think it's fitting that they both learn from this experience."
Grant took the honey from Damon when he returned and together with Max, they quickly smeared some on the inside of Davy's cheek and waited until he came around enough to sip at some juice and eat a sandwich.
Grant looked at the young man sternly after shooing the Doms out of the tent. "Do not ever let one of those pig headed men make you do something to make yourself ill again, do you understand?"
Davy nodded and looked to the floor. "Am I allowed to leave now, sir? I don't want to be a problem anymore."
Grant sighed and shook his head. "You aren't going anywhere Davy. I don't know who told you that you are a problem, but they are wrong. I want you to just sit still until you feel a little better, alright?"
The small man stuck his head out of the tent flaps and spotted his husband. "Damon, could you make a peanut butter sandwich for Davy please?" he asked. "And grab some of the grape juice from the blue cooler as well?"
Damon nodded and set off for their tent, leaving Max waiting outside. He was going to tear Severus a new one when the boy returned with Gregory.
Davy swallowed and nodded not looking up at Grant. "Yes sir." He said softly.
Grant sat back down on the edge of the bed and looked at Davy. "What happened to make you think you needed to leave?" he asked softly.
Davy took a deep breath. "Master Max was upset at Master Severus and it was all my fault."
Grant knew that those two fussing was not an unusual occurrence, but to make someone think they were the cause of it. "And what horrible thing did you do?"
Davy started to speak and then stopped. "I... I'm not really sure to be honest except that Master Max wasn't happy when we came back from our shower. I'm the slave so it's automatically my fault." He said softly.
Grant took a deep breath, letting it out slowly and trying to quell the urge to hex Max and Severus. "It is never automatically your fault because you are a slave, Davy. Did Severus tell you that nonsense?" he asked as he reached out to touch the younger man's face. "I've been a slave since I was much younger than you and it has never been that way."
Davy pulled away from Grant. "Yes, it is. I wasn't pleasing to him and... and..." he cut off and swallowed. "Master Severus never had to say anything. I was trained that way and I doubt that you were as young as I was."
Grant didn't know what he could say, he wanted to tell him that what he believed was wrong, that he didn't have to be someone's scapegoat all of the time. "Do you want to leave, or do you think you have to?" he asked instead.
Davy shrugged his shoulders. "I have to. I'll not come between Masters Max and Severus. A piece of tail is not worth their friendship. Gregory shouldn't have to put up with me either."
Grant shook his head, this was simply not acceptable to him. "No, you are staying. You are going to serve myself and Damon, understand?" he asked, a plan forming in his mind and he was hoping Damon wouldn't kill him.
Davy looked up at Grant and said the first thing that came to his mind. "Huh?"
"You are serving the Wolffes now, Davy," Grant said softly, trying to think of what he was going to tell his husband, but he had to do something; the boy was miserable.
Davy swallowed. He didn't know what to say; he'd never served a couple before. However his training kicked in and he slid down to the floor to his knees. "Yes, sir."