Terry scraped his nails lightly down a naked back. With how much both men were sweating, it was a surprise that either one of them could hold onto each other. The almost-rhythmic squeak of the bed frequented when Bruce started to thrust harder into him. It was much rougher than usual, but it didn't hurt him.

They could only see each other because of the moonlight that was shining through the window. They would never do anything sexual with the lights on. It was Bruce's request. After a while, Terry got used to it.

Bruce sent small licks up and down the younger man's neck and collarbone. He bit down on the skin, and the response he got was short nails digging deeper. Maybe even drawing some blood. It wouldn't be the first time.

"Ahh! Fuck!" Terry shouted.

Terry wrapped long legs around Bruce's hips and screamed. Bruce came with a grunt, and slowly rolled off him.

Terry just looked up towards the ceiling and tried to catch his breath. He didn't want to leave this bed. Not again. All he wanted to do was fall asleep here. But, he knew that he'd have to.

"Get up." Bruce said gruffly, and rolled over so that his back was to Terry. Ten red zig-zagging designs. They'd be healed up by the end of the month if new ones wouldn't show up later. Terry felt his heart drop into his stomach, but he knew the drill. There would never be any kind of cuddling or post-sex talk. It just wasn't going to happen. Bruce made that pretty clear months ago.

Terry got up from the bed and rubbed at his bruised wrists, thankful he wasn't injured. Did he even remember where his clothes were? He looked around the mostly-dark room and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Even though the mansion was mostly empty, he still wasn't sure about walking around naked.

"Don't bother. You can get them in the morning." Terry frowned at what his mentor said, but even more so at the cold tone of it. 'I am so sick of this.' Terry wanted to scream say. He knew that it would be of no use. Bruce probably wouldn't listen.

Opening the door, Terry looked back at the figure on the large bed. He took a deep breath and felt his hands shake slightly. This was just another painful night.

"Night, Bruce."

There was no reply, but Terry didn't feel like arguing right now. He just walked into the hallway. Terry just wrapped his arms around himself, even though it wasn't cold.