| Chapter 3 - Feeling Dirty |
| Lance lay on his back on the bed, naked and vulnerable. There was a heavy arm lying across his chest, a silent command to stay the night. A face nuzzled his neck, making it hard to move without disturbing the beast. The tear stains on his cheeks felt tight. Did he really deserve this kind of treatment? Was this what the rest of his life was going to be like? The arm on his chest clenched a little and he could feel fingers dig into his ribs, causing him to wince in pain. He turned to see dark mocha eyes staring deep into his. Dark red lips leaned in and kissed him, he tried not to pull away. The dark lips kissed along his neck and turned him onto his side, his back to the dark brown eyes that made his insides ache. He didn't even whimper when he felt himself being taken, again. This time, the hands and lips where gentle. The anger from the movements was gone and now there seemed to be love brimming from the touches. The hands ran up and down his chest and then down to his crotch. Lance felt dirty but he didn't dare try to get away. He knew that the touches would become rough and he would be punished again. He could feel the man behind him come and then relax. Lance wondered if the others noticed that he wasn't in his room, where they worried about him? He highly doubted it. He looked at the clock and sighed when he saw that it was only 2 am. They wouldn't have to get up for at least 6 more hours. He sighed and tried to get more comfortable. It was going to be a long night. |