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For three years in a row Gil has bought Xan at the Hammer's Christmas Charity Auction. The first two years, they parted ways after their one night of play. This year Gil asked Xan to stay.
Xan wants nothing more than to trust that the third time's the charm, that this time Gil is free and clear, and able to become his Master. The thing is, he's having a little trouble trusting that Gil's sudden desire to keep him is real and is going to last.
Can they make a fresh start for themselves? Or will Xan's doubts sink them before they've even really begun?
Previously published as New: The Two of Swords.
Trying to catch his breath, Gil smiled at his new boy, the words "Yes, Master," still ringing in his ears.
Xan was beautiful. Shaved all over, and the lack of hair allowed the tattoos and multiple peircings stand out, let them shine. The man's torso was covered in spiky black ink -- the patterns were fascinating, one flowing into the next and the next, leaving only that glowing ass bare. Add that to the double rings in each nipple, the genital piercings -- Xan was stunning.
Three years in a row he'd bid on Alexander at the Hammer Charity Auction. The first two times had been that one night only. Hell, the first year he'd been with someone, though they weren't exclusive.
This time, though, the third time, they'd gotten it right.
Xan was going to stay because Xan was his.
"I'm going to make love to you now." He'd worked Xan over, plugged him, put a cock ring on him, set weights on his piercings. Now it was time to take the beautiful ass and make it his.
"Yes, Sir. Please." No. Not Sir. Xan called any Top Sir. Gil had never heard 'Master' from those lips until tonight.
"That's not what you call me." There'd be no making love until Xan got it right.
"What do you want to be called?" Always pushing. Always.
"You know very well what I expect you to call me, boy." He was in for a wild ride, he could tell; he hadn't had a challenge like this in... maybe ever.
Xan moaned, the long body rippling beneath him. "I've never called anyone that before." No, and Xan never would call anyone else Master again.
"That's because it's what you call me. No one else, no one ever. Just me."
"Yes. Yes, Master." Xan shivered, the arousal and need and happiness in those eyes fascinating.
"Good boy." He brought their mouths together, rewarding Xan with a kiss.
Xan pushed into the kiss, trying to take control, needing him. He grabbed Xan's ass, squeezing it as he pushed back; this was his kiss, Xan was his boy. His boy who needed like no one else.
He ran his hand along Xan's back, feeling the heat and welts from his earlier beating. Xan gasped, twisted and groaned for him, whimpering into the kiss. He slid one hand down to grab the base of the plug inside Xan and twisted it. His boy jerked, pulled away from him.
He tugged Xan back up against his body. "We're not done here yet."
"I just... wow."
"Get used to it." He watched Xan's eyes as he twisted the plug some more.
"What if I can't?"
"Then it's going to be very interesting for a very long time."
Those ice blue eyes flared for him, lit from within. "I can handle interesting."
"Yeah, so can I, boy."
The challenge was coming, he could feel it. "Can you handle me?"
"If I couldn't, we wouldn't be here right now."
"You're not with anyone else now, right?"
He growled. "I would have never asked you to stay if I was. And you'd better not accept if you aren't free and clear." He wasn't the type to share.
"Don't snarl at me! I haven't been with anyone but you in a year!"
"Good." He wouldn't be ashamed of wanting his boy to be exclusive.
Xan stopped, staring at him. "Good?"
"I'm glad there hasn't been anyone else."
"I wanted you."
"And now you've got me."
"I." Xan looked at him. "I have no idea of what to do now."
"You don't have to." That was his job now.
He cupped Xan's face and brought him in for another kiss. That clever, hungry mouth was worth a thousand troubles. He rubbed his prick against Xan's belly, groaning into that sweet mouth. Xan's fingers traced along his belly, down toward his cock.
He bit Xan's lower lip. "I didn't say you could touch."
"You didn't say I couldn't."
"You're going to keep me on my toes, aren't you?"
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