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This 온라인카지노게임 was deleted by 카지노후기. I censored the only thing I could think that caused the removal. 

Also censored is the spoiler of the leader of SAD.

The end of the epilogue was lost, so I had to rewrite it a bit. After the dinner, it is a lot different compared to what I first wrote, but it still has the same ending. I found the original pic for this though! Aww... my Monte.

Summary:

This side-온라인카지노게임 is the future part from "Draco Malfoy, Broken" featuring Zach Smith and OC Keith Fawley during "8th year Hogwarts". Zach had been a little shit and had been tormenting Draco and then hurt Blaise badly. Blaise, being the master curser he is, gave Zach a permanent curse that would make him hard every hour of the day and it wouldn't go away unless tended to. Zach was going mad from lack of sleep, so his fuck buddy, Keith Fawley, asked Blaise to release him. Blaise was a bit vengeful and refused, but gave Fawley a cock ring for Zach. It would allow the curse to be inactive for 12 hours, Zach couldn't remove it or put it on, and he couldn't get hard with it on. Blaise said that Zach only had to apologize to get the curse fully removed. 

This part occured a year later, out of 8th year Hogwarts. Zach never apologized to Blaise for almost crippling or killing him.

TRIGGER: smut and roleplay, a little dubious due to the curse.

Zach Apparated to Diagon Alley just outside his apartment that was over a shop. A primo location, as rent was nearly a hundred galleons a month. His pulse was already quickening. He made his way up the private stairwell and was granted access by placing his hand on the door. It knew him. He scanned the apartment and went to the closet nearest the door. He dropped his wand in the fitted spot, made just the right size for it, and then pulled off his work robes.

He had gotten a good position in the Ministry in the Broom Regulatory Control Office. He wasn't good enough to play professionally, but at least, he could test brooms and push them to their limits. It was one of the few freedoms he had. It wasn't even his father who had gotten the position for him. However, there were more than enough openings after the trials.

He carefully folded his robes and put them away. Then he pulled off all his undergarments and dropped them into the dirty laundry bin for the house elves (he assumed) to take them. He walked to the bathroom and brushed his teeth and his hair. He always wanted to look good. He checked the clock. It was nearly time. He cursed his boss for holding him up, as he liked being earlier to clean up more, despite the place being spotless.

He walked over to the door, to his spot, and knelt down. His butt rested on the heels of his feet, and his knees were spread wide. He held his head straight forward, and his hands were clasped behind his back. He waited and would stay waiting as long as necessary. Luckily, it wasn't too long. The door clicked open as a registered occupant was granted entry. Zach tried to control his breathing, and, despite the cuff, his dick twitched a little.

Fawley's eyes were expectant when he looked down at him when he entered. "Hey, there, sugar. How was work?"

"Good, Master."

"No one messed with you today?" he asked, tilting Zach's head up to look at him.

"No, Master," he replied, honestly.

Zach had learned to tell the truth early on. When Fawley found out that the consultant for the new Cleansweep was giving him hell on a daily basis to pass his company's new broomstick without any more delays, he was pissed. He ripped the consultant a new asshole and then did the same to him but in a different way. He was sore for days, but Fawley had comforted him so gently after and made him promise to tell him in the future if anyone was hurting him. He never lied about it, again, sometimes telling Fawley the most trivial things. He never dismissed his concerns, but didn't always go all Morgana on their ass.

"You sure?" Fawley asked, looking at him, concerned. If there was one thing that had always surprised him, it was how much Fawley protected him.

"Yes, Master, work has been great. Thank you for asking."

"Of course, sugar. I have a good dinner planned," he said, smiling. "Do you want to stay in the kitchen with me?"

"Yes, Master, I would like very much... but sir?" he asked, lowering his head, submissively. He hadn't been given permission to ask questions.

Fawley waited a few extra seconds to show that he noticed his improper behavior and then said, "Yes?"

"Do you want me to..." he broke off and looked at his sock. Even after nearly a year of being together and four months after they left Hogwarts, he had a hard time saying things he was about to do. He didn't like being embarrassed by it, but had no problem performing the task. He wanted to do it.

"Eager, much?" Fawley huffed, though pleased by his asking to do it.

Zach couldn't think of more than a few times where he hadn't given Fawley a blow job within the first minutes of his arrival, and Fawley had taken a step toward their luxury, professional kitchen. Consistency was extremely important. He didn't know how to handle change.

"Yes, Master."

"You want it?"

"Yes, Master," he said and looked up, tentatively. His dick tried to stiffen, but it wasn't possible.

"Alright, my good boy, if that is what you want," Fawley chuckled and eased his pants down. Sometimes, he didn't do that much, making him do it with his hands or sometimes just his mouth. But he didn't hesitate to take in all of Fawley as his master ran his fingers through his hair and massaged his scalp.

Sweet Helga, he loved this: being on his knees in front of Fawley, making him happy. He loved it when he petted him, and he always did, no matter how mad he was. He swished his tongue and sucked until Fawley unloaded into his mouth. He never let go or stopped until Fawley told him to. He once let him stay like that for a whole hour. Fawley was in some amount of pain, then, too.

"Alright... sugar... do you still want to watch me cook?"

"Yes, Master."

"Come on, puppy," he said, indicating that he had to crawl. He did. "Sit here."

Zach complied, returning to his position: ass to heel, arms behind his back, legs spread, and his dick dangling flaccid. He never got more than a few ticks out of it with the ring on.

"You want it off?"

"Yes, Master," he replied. It was a double-edged sword, either way. Fawley had a lot more power over him with it off. He had almost no choice but to obey him, but he also could come and feel the full experience. He really didn't like being effectively castrated. He'd rather have the pain. The cuff would stop working after twelve hours anyway, which was only a few hours away. Then, it would do the opposite, which was even more painful.

"Alright," he said, and slipped the cuff off.

Zach could barely hold in the moan as the full blood flow was restored, and almost immediately, it shot upward. He shivered in anticipation. Sometimes, there was pre-dinner release. He always loved that.

"You know you broke the rules, right?"

Zach's big eyes stared into Fawley's apologetically, and he nodded. "Yes, Master."

"So, you will have to wait."

"Yes, Sir, I'm sorry."

"I know," Fawley said, his voice and eyes sad. He ruffled up his hair, almost gently.

Zach wasn't used to him showing so much affection this early in the night. He let out a hum of contentment and winced as he looked at Fawley, worriedly.

"It's okay, sugar. I'm fine with that. You like this a lot, don't you?" he said, petting him.

"Yes, Master," he said, immediately, purring almost.

Fawley frowned, though. "You made me very happy earlier." Zach didn't view it as a question. He couldn't speak unless it was a question. "Are you happy, Zach?"

He blinked. He couldn't remember the last time that Fawley called him that. He didn't even call him that at the Ministry Welcome Gala. Of course, it was mainly for Potter and his friends. Zach remembered how scared he was when Fawley actually showed up. He was shaking, realizing he would have to call Fawley 'Master' in front of Potter, his new workmates and maybe even the media. Fawley had seen him trembling and pale and came over, asking what was wrong.

"Nothing, Master," he whispered, praying to his ancestors that no one heard him.

But Fawley jerked his head up and said, "No, honey, you don't have to call me that. Act normal. That is for our home only. Call me Fawley, here."

"Thank you," he whispered back, relaxing slightly. He was trembling in fear when he went home that night. But Fawley wasn't mad. He was happy that he had waited for permission. He was so kind and gentle that night, trying to ease his fear that everything was fine.

Zach looked up at Fawley, now, and said, "Yes, Master, I am happy."

"Hmmm... as a reward... I will let you pick what you want me to do."

Zach's eyes went wide. He never did that, not since school when they were still establishing the terms of their... relationship or whatever this was.

"Think about it. Anything you want. Okay?"

Zach nodded and then remembered to say, "Yes, Master." Fawley did not like non-verbal responses.

His master started in on dinner. He was a wonderful chef. He fed him bits of what he was making as appetizers, and it was always delicious. Fawley never deprived him of food, for which he was mercifully grateful. His master could have been a real asshole to him, and he would have no choice but to accept it. There wasn't really a way to say no. Since Christmas break last year, he never challenged Fawley, again. Those two weeks when Fawley didn't respond back were brutal, and he wound up outside the Fawley mansion on his knees in the snow, hoping it was penance enough for Fawley to forgive him.

Fawley's father and brother, who had no idea what was the issue, had a great laugh and urged their homosexual son and brother to be forgiving. He was. But Fawley brought him to his room and made him beg more. That was how the New Year started... with uncompromising orders. Strip, down on his knees, spread his legs wide and open his mouth. He never balked. Fawley explained the new rules and that was the first night he called him 'Master". He never said 'no', again, fully understanding the consequences, now. Fawley hadn't let him off his leash since then. All because he didn't want his own father to know how much of a little bitch he was.

But he was Fawley's bitch, and as far as masters go, he knew he had a good one. Zach was always excited to come home, Fawley never embarrassed him in public or at school. He protected him from his friends and his father, as when he found out and effectively disowned him. He even helped him get a job at the Ministry. His master had done more than anyone had ever done for him. Love, trust, faith... even when Fawley got out the restraints and toys. Even when he made him beg, it was never out of cruelty, and Zach was glad to do it.

Even when he did mess up, Fawley never punished him excessively. The most he would do was leave the cuff off and ignore him. He was never allowed to touch himself. If he asked him for release or didn't keep still enough, he wouldn't let him sleep with it on. Fawley would be very mad if he woke him up and Zach wouldn't get any sleep as the pain only increased. Once and only once, he managed to get the plug to rub up against that spot inside him and he managed to cum without touching himself. Of course, he had no way to Vanish the mess. He was not allowed to leave the bed, nor do magic in the apartment.

When Fawley woke up, he knew and sent him to work without it on. It was brutal. Hours on end. He didn't dare try riding a broom, and he was sure his co-workers knew his position in the relationship, even if they didn't know about the curse. Fawley showed up at lunch, and Zach nearly sobbed in relief as Fawley guided him to the loo. Fawley had barely locked the door, when Zack dropped to his knees on the piss-splattered floor and fumbled with Fawley's robes in his haste to locate his large cock. He knew that Fawley would do nothing until it happened. He always had to go first.

Fawley, thank Helga, didn't play any more games, knowing how much pain Zach was in. Anything over two hours was painful, three or four was excruciating, but he had nearly reached six. Fawley barely ran his finger across his dick and he came. At that point, it was almost a hair trigger. Zach started sobbing and asking for forgiveness. Fawley petted him and held him, as though knowing how close he was to breaking. It didn't take his dick longer than five minutes to erect, again, the curse was a bitch like that, and it hadn't been proper.

Fawley, in a rare act of kindness, massaged it until he came, again. Zach couldn't stop thanking him. His master pulled up his head and asked if he would ever do that again, and he shook his head in exuberance as more tears fell and stammered out, "N-No, Ma-Master."

"Good, I do hate coming to your work. You weren't very discreet."

"I'm sorry that you had to come here, Master," he whispered, still on his knees.

"I'm not worried about my inconvenience. Those are your workmates, and you will tell me if any of them bother you about this."

Zach shivered under his words, which screamed possessiveness. "Yes, Master."

Fawley slipped the cuff back on, making his dick instantly limp, and made to pull up his trousers, but Zach took him in, again, determined to show how sorry he was. Fawley didn't usually get as hard as fast as he did, but he was ready. Fawley petted him gently as he sucked hard and long, eager to please him. It continued when he got home, wrapping his mouth around his master's dick at every available opportunity and Fawley let him show his remorse without making him scared that his punishment would continue.

That night, with Fawley's dick nestled up against his ass, his master whispered, "Do you want to sleep tonight?"

Zach, who loved sleeping without his dick hardening more every hour, shook his head. "I made you mad. I deserve to be punished."

Fawley wrapped his arms around him. "You were so good today, honey. You made me very happy."

Zach's heart filled with happiness, and he smiled. He really enjoyed his master's praise enough that his dick hardening had nothing to do with the curse. Fawley, however, moved his hand downward, felt his hard cock for a bit and slipped the cuff on. Zach immediately relaxed and whispered, "Thank you, Master," before he fell asleep. That was months ago, when they first left Hogwarts, and Zach never made that mistake, again.

Now, Fawley was nearly done with dinner. Despite being skilled with a wand, he always cooked and prepped everything by hand. Very rarely would he use his wand and, if he did, it was to make the water boil or quickly cut something that he forgot. He scooped out a spoonful of the sauce he was making and blew on it before tasting. He nodded in approval and glanced down at Zach, his dog in the most practical senses.

"Would you like a taste?"

"Yes, Master, I would like that very much."

Fawley got another spoonful and blew on it for a bit. He was careful with him. It tasted absolutely wonderful. Fawley let it simmer and started on another part of the dinner, with Zach watching his every movement, not once getting bored, but the other thing was bugging him. His angry, stiff dick. He hated how much it ruled him, his actions, his feelings. The pain was only increasing. Fawley had just finished frying the meat when he looked at him.

Zach's neck tendons were taunted from the strain, his jaw clenched, sweat starting to collect, and he was trying to stop the tremors. The pain was getting up there, but he could handle it. Fawley got really mad when he tried to expedite the process by making him feel bad. He was always punished when he did, with longer delays... or the paddle.

"Do you need..." Fawley asked, watching him.

"No, Master," he said, immediately. Fear was there, now. Fawley had played this game, too. Making him ask, making him beg. His master was not unpredictable and Zach knew his answer must always be 'no', no matter the pain. It was not excruciating, yet.

Fawley grimaced and sighed. He walked over and knelt down. He caressed his cheek. "Tell me the truth, honey."

He always meant the truth. No lying or he would be punished. Zach had a few tears come out. He still didn't want to say the words. His master had so much power to hurt him, if he made him upset. All he could muster was, "Please...."

Fawley nodded and whispered that it was okay. He switched off the burners and then walked over to him. "Come on, sugar," he said, and when Zach crawled after him, he added, "You can walk."

He reluctantly got up. It was close enough to an order. They went into the main bedroom. There was another room, for when he was bad. He didn't like that room... as much. However, nothing in that room scared him as much as the cuff and his dick. Fawley stopped at the bed. Zach made to kneel. Fawley was first, that was the way of things.

"No," Fawley said, pulling him up. He drew him to the bed and sat him down.

It wasn't as though Fawley never fucked him, but it was an after-dinner thing. He liked to stay in his clothes until it was time to stay in the bedroom. Fawley undressed in front of him, and Zach's member pulsated with more pain as he watched him. He loved it. His body was amazing. But everything was different. Consistency was important and he was lost.

"I asked you before what you wanted to do... did you decide?" Fawley asked, coming toward him, now also naked.

Zach trembled and saw that Fawley's magnificent dick was hard. He knew it better than his own, at this point, and leaned forward to do his duty, but Fawley stopped him.

"No... what do you want to do?" he asked, with some force.

"You, Master, I want to suck your dick," he said, unsure of what to say.

"No... Zach... I want you to tell me what you want... how you want to come," Fawley said, softly.

Zach flinched at his name. He didn't know the answer. He didn't want more pain, to be left without the cuff on any longer than he already was. Fawley was confusing him, and he started to cry. "Please, Master...." He didn't even know what he was asking for.

Fawley's face dropped and he bent down, kissing Zach on the lips. Fawley hardly ever did that. It was a romantic kind of thing that meant more than just sex. The few times he had kissed him were only after a very satisfying round of sex. Zach didn't hesitate to kiss him back, though. Kissing was affectionate, at least when Fawley did it. He knew that Fawley must be very pleased with him to do that. He never punished him after that before, just held him. He felt so much safer in his arms.

Fawley slowly pulled away and kept his eyes locked on his. "Zach... I want you to decide. I'm giving you permission to tell me what you want to do. We can do anything you want. Just tell me...."

Zach was more confused than he had ever been in his life. More than when he first let Fawley fuck him, and he realized how much he liked it. Not when Zabini first cursed him. Not when he went home at Christmas and couldn't come because Fawley wasn't there.

Fawley almost seemed worried. "Please... talk to me. I promise I won't be mad."

"Master, I don't...."

"Shh... please... tell me what makes you happy," Fawley said, earnestly. Zach blushed and actually thought about his own needs and desires. "You can tell me anything."

"Can we..." he started hesitantly, speaking forward to Fawley for the first time in over nine months.

"Yes?" Fawley encouraged.

"Can you just... do it... without making me... no games..." he said, tears coming out as he could barely say the words. It didn't matter that Fawley had spent nearly a year shoving his dick up his ass. Fawley never usually made him say anything more than "Yes, Master" or "No, Master".

"You want me to fuck you?" Fawley said, tilting his head. "I can suck you off? Or..."

Zach shook his head, and froze realizing that he had interrupted his master. "I'm sorry, sir!"

"No... it's fine. I just want to make sure that's what you want. You like it?"

"Yes, Master... I like when you do... and then you usually hold me. I feel... safe," he whispered.

Fawley smiled and caressed his face. "Then I will make you feel safe."

He kissed him again, slowly pushing him back onto the bed. Zach moved at his direction, but he felt strangely excited. Fawley was extremely careful: no love smacks, no hard grips. Just light caresses across his body, like he was intentionally trying to make him feel... happy... comfortable. He trembled as Fawley kissed his neck and made his way down. When Fawley's hands traced his subtle v-line, he came quickly and suddenly. He hadn't even touched him, yet.

Most of time, it didn't bother him, as he was often hard for a considerably longer amount of time than normal people. His premature ejaculation wasn't something he could stop. But now that Fawley was actually focusing on him, he went red, thoroughly ashamed. He knew that he was never going to be anything special. He was just someone else's sex toy.

"Can't say that I ever made someone come without even making contact before," Fawley chuckled, trying to add some humor to it, as he brought his hands up to Zach's face.

"You could have probably got me to explode when you were stripping," he said, wryly, and then froze. Fawley had pulled him out of his headspace enough for him to forget where the fuck he was. His heart picked up, and he stared up at his master in fear.

"Calm down, Zach. It's okay. I'm not upset."

He thought Fawley calling him by his name was the most unsettling of all of this. Why was he doing that? His workmates called him that. His former friends did. His ex-family members did. He didn't have a name when he was with Fawley. He wasn't a person here. He was his pet.

"Yes, Master," he replied, still not knowing what to say.

Fawley sighed and traced his face. "Do you want me to keep going?"

Was he asking for his permission? Against more rules, Zach just nodded, too scared to say it aloud. Fawley made his way down his chest, again. His hand traced his dick, and it twitched back to life. He wasn't sure it was just the curse, either. Fawley gripped him, sliding up and down. Zach shuddered as the emotions and pleasure started to build, again. He was nearly crying as it stiffened.

"Fa-Master..." he whined with some emotion as he got closer to his climax. He almost slipped up, in a bad way.

His master's eyes did land on him, indicating he heard, and Zach's libido faltered, slightly. But Fawley bent down and wrapped his mouth around his shaft. He nearly jumped out of his skin. It wasn't like Fawley never did this, but usually, he was contorted, bonded down and unable to fully appreciate it. Fawley was good, definitely better than he was, despite his year of being placed on his knees in front of his master.

"Fuck," he swore as he came, again. Sometimes, Fawley punished him for that, too, as he didn't have permission to speak... or moan. What was wrong with him? But it was Fawley. He changed the rules... everything was off.

Fawley laid on the bed next to him and pulled him onto his chest, in the nook of his shoulder. His arm wrapped around his back and held him tightly to him. Zach breathed in and out, his heart slowing down. He hummed as Fawley leaned in and kissed the top of his head. His arms holding onto him tightly. Zach never felt more relaxed than he did right then. They stayed there for nearly an hour until Zach's cursed dick ruined it, jutting into Fawley's side.

"You want the cuff? Or I can make it come, again?"

No one made him come faster than Fawley, but he tucked his head back into his chest. Either answer was against the rules.

"Honey?" Fawley asked.

Finally, a normal name. "Yes, Master, whatever you want to do."

"I asked you what you wanted to do."

"You're my master. You decide what I want, Sir," he said, fear escalating quickly.

Fawley pulled away from him and hovered over him, staring at him. He tried to sink into the bed. "Zach... tell me what you want, now," he ordered.

He shook more, but it was an order. He whispered, "Can you... fuck... me?"

Fawley tilted his head. "You want me inside you? You're not just saying it for my benefit?"

Zach nodded. "Yes... slow... like the first time. That spot...."

Fawley smiled. Through the extortion and negotiations, that first time was memorable. He had taken his time and made him comfortable, so he'd be more tractable to do it again. "I liked it, too."

Zach slowly turned to his stomach, getting on all fours. It was easier, the first time. Fawley's smooth hands touched his ass, fingering his hole. He Summoned the lube from the table, and Zach felt the coolness of it on Fawley's finger as he penetrated his not-so-tight ring. It was smaller back then. He knew getting ass-fucked so much and various implements shoved up it, would leave their mark.

Fawley took his time regardless, pushing his finger in further to stroke that spot. It was more difficult when he added the second, but his master slowly, methodically stretched him. Fawley didn't always take his time, but he never forgot to prep, even when he used his tools. He could have made him bleed every night, but it never happened. He didn't go dry or use it as a way to punish him. Zach knew how lucky he was in that regard. Fawley was commanding and controlling but was never abusive.

After the third finger massage, Fawley pulled his hand out and said, "I want to do it differently. Roll over."

Command followed. Zach had no idea what was happening. Fawley placed a pillow under his butt, elevating his hole up more. He lifted Zach's legs up and over his shoulder. His fingers found his hole, and his eyes locked on him.

"I want to see you," Fawley whispered. His voice was rough, broken slightly. Zach didn't know why. "Is this okay?"

He was asking permission, again. What was happening? "Yes, Master." There was no saying no or stop. Fawley gave him a safe word, but this wasn't going to be painful or stressful enough to warrant it.

"It's not going to hurt... just relax."

"Yes, Sir," he said, automatically. It didn't matter if it did.

Fawley's dick slowly entered him, and he waited until Zach nodded that he was okay before he started thrusting. Fawley maintained eye contact with him the whole time and smiled wide when he hit the spot. Zach jittered with an explosion of emotions. It was amazing, whatever it was.

"I got you," Fawley said, increasing the force of his thrusts as he hit it over and over, again.

Fawley didn't even have to pull him off, as he came for a third time, staring into the eyes of his master. Fawley unloaded in him, after a few more thrusts and pulled out, setting his legs down on the mattress. He laid next to him, side-straddling him with one arm bracing on the other side. His fingers brushed the hair out of his eyes, and he stared down at him. Zach could only stare back, sated and content. He only felt this way when his master was asleep and gripping him. Fawley whispered something that he couldn't hear and kissed him, again.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes, Master, thank you," he said, feeling better than he ever had before.

Fawley nodded and looked sad. "Okay... I'm going to finish dinner. Why don't you cleanup, use the loo?"

"Yes, Master," he said, immediately.

Fawley nodded stoically, lifted off him, pulled his clothes back on, and walked out of the bedroom. Zach wasted no time in making the bed and putting the lube back. Fawley enjoyed a clean room, and he was supposed to put everything away. Zach cleaned himself up with a quick shower and carefully cleaned up the loo after he finished. He put some quick-dry gel in his hair as Fawley wanted him to look his best.

He deemed the rooms acceptable and slowly walked back into the kitchen, unsure if he should be crawling. Fawley was dumping the yummy sauce over the cutlets in a nice baking dish. He topped the sauce with cheese before putting it in the oven. Fawley spotted him and he made to get to his spot.

"No, it's baking for twenty minutes. Why don't you go wait in the living room, while I clean up?"

Strange, but he wasn't going to argue. Orders were orders. He knelt into his usual position, arms behind him, legs open and dick dangling and slowly hardening. It never took long. He faced away from the door, as Fawley sometimes liked taking him from behind. He heard dishes being cleaned and the oven opening and closing. He wasn't usually invited to sit at the table with him. Fawley liked him to watch him eat first, like a good pet and then feed him. Depending on his mood, at the table or the floor.

His dick was now fully erect as he relished the idea of eating the delicious meal, when he heard the doorbell. He didn't dare turn his head. But his ears perked up.

"Come in, sorry, I got held up. Dinner just came out," Fawley said.

"Not a problem, I should have come later," a deep voice called. Zach froze, his heart stopping.

"No... no... it's better. You want to eat first?"

"It'd be better," he replied and they sat at the table, chatting about their jobs and other mundane things as Zach nearly had a nervous breakdown.

He could not leave. He had nowhere to go. This was why Fawley was being so nice. This is why he let him get away with everything. He got him to break the rules, and now it was time for punishment. He choked back the tears and prepared for the pain and humiliation he was about to go through. No saying no. It wasn't like he hadn't gone through this before. Fawley had brought home men before to do threesomes. This wasn't going to be any different, he told himself.

But it was. It was him, and Zach was terrified.

He tried to keep his heart from exploding, as the meal finally ended. Fawley was washing dishes and mumbled, "He's in there."

Zach kept his head straight ahead, refusing to move, refusing to acknowledge the footsteps that had stopped next to him. His body, on the other hand, did. His heart was beating so fast that he was about to pass out. His lungs were barely able to get enough to breathe, but he kept his jaw clenched. His eyes tried to stray over, but he kept them firmly on the floor in front of him. His dick wilted to half-mast, despite the curse's effect.

"I have to say... it was worth it all to see you like this," his nightmare drawled.

No response. He was only allowed to address his master at home.

"You must be extremely frightened for you to be so... limp," he chuckled.

"Be nice," Fawley said, coming into the room and kneeling down in front of him. "Zach... it's going to be okay."

No... no, it wasn't. He was shaking so badly and nearly hyperventilating. He tried to make his jaw open. "T-T-T..."

"What?" Fawley asked, looking concerned.

"T-Ta-Taciturn," he stammered out and Fawley's face fell.

Taciturn. The safe word. The word that Fawley had given him, with the strict instructions that it was not to be used for anything but extremely stressful circumstances. If Zach used it to control him, Fawley would just stop touching him altogether. Fawley promised that he would always respect the word though. If the pain got too much or he was too scared... that was what it was for: a limit. The only way to stop everything and communicate that he was hurting. Fawley promised that it all would stop and they would establish boundaries.

Zach respected the word, and he had only ever used it twice since they started their... whatever it is. Both times, Fawley immediately ended their activity and didn't touch him until Zach verbally assented to it. The first time, Zach did not respond well to the hot wax play, and Fawley never made him try it again. The other time, his harness was pinching the skin of his upper thigh so badly that he was nearly screaming in pain. He let it go on for a long time before he finally whispered the word.

Fawley Vanished the harness immediately, and Zach cried out in relief, then immediately began apologizing and begging his master's forgiveness. Fawley was angrier that he had waited so long to say anything than that he had used it. With permission, Fawley inspected the bloody sore and healed it. He then held him for several hours, saying how happy he was that Zach used his safe word and how sorry he was for not hooking the harness up properly.

Zach thought he cared about him... but now... he didn't know. He promised though. Promised. That faith was all he had as he desperately stared at him, his eyes crying in supplication. Fawley finally recovered, looking almost scared himself and held up his hands in a placating gesture.

"Nothing's going to happen, honey," he whispered.

"Taciturn?"

Fawley glanced at his guest. "Safe word."

"Interesting."

"Please... Master..." he whispered, breaking more rules.

"Zach... no one is going to touch you. I promise," Fawley said, trying to be reassuring. But it didn't work. Why else would he be here? Just to laugh at him?

The man, standing up, chuckled. "Oh... no... I won't cheat on my Boo. My clothes are staying on."

Fawley glared at his friend, before looking back at him. "He's just here to talk to you, okay?"

Zach was trembling, still not believing it. "Mast-"

"No, don't call me that. I give you permission to talk like normal and call me by my name. You don't have to obey any rules. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mas-"

"Zach... what's my name?"

"Mast-"

"No, it isn't. What's my name? My real name?"

Zach cried some more. "Faw...Fawley."

"Good... that's good. What's his name?"

Zach refused to look at him and started crying. "Please, Mast-"

"No! Calm down... I won't let anything bad happen. I promise. Now, who is that? Answer me."

"Zabini," he whispered.

"Or Blaise. He's not going to hurt you. Can you talk to him?"

Zach lowered his head. Speaking in front of anyone but his master was not allowed. Rules were rules. He had to follow them, or there would be more pain.

"Fawley... just leave. Your presence is not helping," Zabini huffed, impatiently.

Fawley looked up at him and nodded. "I'm going to go. I'm not mad. You can talk to him, and I'm so sorry. I hope you will forgive me."

Zach looked at him, confused, as he got up, walked out the door and shut himself in the bedroom. His absence did not help much. He couldn't meet the brown eyes of the Dark Arts master. The one that had cursed him to be in pain every day... forever.

Blaise sat down on the couch that he had never sat on, though Fawley had fucked him on it many times. "So, Zacharias... are you going to answer my questions?"

He nodded. Zabini had just as much power as Fawley. He could do worse. He could do a lot worse. And he was Fawley's friend... holy Hufflepuff... what were they going to do to him?

Blaise snorted. "Here's the first one... why didn't you ever ask me to lift it?"

Zach didn't answer. He was scared to death of him. It had only been building since he'd cursed him and the others with permanent hexes.

"You know... my mom said that every person, who has been hit with that curse, does one of three things within a month... kills themselves, cuts off their own dick or begs the curser for release. I'm sure that cuff helped... but you went longer than a month without it. It's been a year. I just wanted you to stop hurting my best friend and apologize like your other minions. So, I ask you again, why? Why didn't you even try to get me to take it off?"

Zach lowered his head. "You said that you would never take it off and it...."

"Yes?"

"It gave me a reason to be with Fawley."

"You actually like him?"

"He's my master," he said, like that was the only thing that mattered.

"Well..." Blaise trailed off, seemingly confused. "Fine... my only other question is do you regret it?"

Tears came out, again. "There isn't a day that goes by that I don't regret it. Every time I see Malfoy at the Ministry, I know I was wrong. I keep his article in my desk at work. It reminds me that I'm a friendless coward, disowned from my family and weak... and he had it so much worse. Fawley is better than I deserve. I'm so sorry for what I did to both of you. I liked having friends and being popular. It's no excuse, though. That's why I could never ask you for... forgiveness. I knew I had to pay for it for what I did."

Blaise snorted and swirled his wand at him. Zach tensed but the pain he had been ignoring vanished. His jutted hard-on, died immediately and it sunk to the normal, relaxed position. Something... else had lifted. His fear, the expectation of pain... he felt normal... like he had a future, now. He let out a cry of relief.

"You're welcome," Blaise sneered.

Zach turned and looked at him for the first time. He didn't look much different. A little happier, maybe. "T-Thank you... so much. I'm really sorry for what I did."

"I'm sure. I'd hold off on the friend's part. I'll tell you the same thing I told Corner. I'll never curse you with that spell again, but if you piss me off, I won't hesitate to find another."

Zach dropped his head. "I won't."

It was quiet for a few minutes. "Damn, that curse really broke you? You haven't even tried to cover yourself."

"My body isn't mine to cover," he whispered.

"Well, it is, now. Fawley brought these out for you." Blaise got up and grabbed a pile of clothes, with his wand on top. He tossed it to him and ordered, "Get dressed."

Zach obeyed without protest. Old habits die hard. He pulled his trousers and t-shirt on and then his robes. He slid his wand into its pocket. It felt weird to wear clothes in the apartment. He fingered his robes as he stood up facing Blaise. "What now?"

"Now, you start living your life. You are free. You can go home, start a family and a new life."

"I'm leaving? He doesn't want me?" he said, his heart stopping.

"I didn't say that... but you need to figure out who you are. You have a choice, now. You don't have to stay here. But... I will say something... if you stay here, if you hurt him, I won't hesitate to remove your spine. You understand me?"

"Yes, Sir," he said, automatically.

Blaise got out of his chair, walked over to him and then straightened his robes for him. "Well, it's better than Master," he drawled, and Zach dropped his eyes. "Listen, Smith, I've been here before. The sl*ve/master roleplay... it's not meant to be a lifestyle. It's not healthy. It'll destroy you. You have to escape from this and become your own person. Fawley's not going to come after you, haunt your steps or try to manipulate you. You are free."

Zach seemed dubious and looked at the bedroom. "But...."

"No, buts. You need to recover. Go home."

"He wants me to leave?"

"Yes."

Zach's shoulders drop. His chest hurt and he understood. With the curse, Fawley couldn't pass him off. The cuff had been only linked to him. Only he and Zabini could remove and place it on him. He wanted him gone, so he asked Blaise to release him. "Of course, if my ma... he wants me gone... I'll go."

"That's good... go on. We'll send your stuff."

"He won't even say goodbye?"

"It's better this way, Smith. A clean break. He doesn't think that you will let him go."

"Oh..." Zach said, some tears in his eyes.

Blaise walked him to the door. "I never thought I'd say this... but good luck."

"Yeah... thanks? You, too. Tell him..." Zach didn't know what to say.

"I will," Blaise promised.

Zach nodded and walked out the door. He walked down the steps to the outside. The door shut behind him, and he was alone out on the street. He took a deep breath. There was nothing clamped around his dick. It wasn't randomly hardening. He didn't have to worry about how long it had been since Fawley helped him... come. Freedom. His life wasn't controlled by his dick anymore. He could stand here for hours without the need for release. He could go days without ejaculating. He nearly cried with relief.

But he felt so empty. He missed Fawley already. He was alone. This was his home. He didn't have it in him to go back to his father's house. But he probably had enough money from his Ministry job to rent a flat. He checked his robes, and his wallet was there with the slip linked to his Gringotts account and the muggle credit card he had to eat at their cafes for lunch. He didn't know where to go, if Fawley didn't want him. What was he going to do? He had no one. He looked up at the apartment building. Fawley kept the curtains drawn, for obvious reasons.

He vaguely decided on going to stay at the Leaky Cauldron, but it really didn't have that much of an appeal. He stood there for a very long time trying to make sense of everything but couldn't. He never expected this to happen. There was no warning... nothing.

But then a random person bumped into him in the street. He walked away after throwing a "Sorry, mate. Nice hickie!" at him.

Zach rubbed his neck, where Fawley had kissed him. He trembled, remembering how Fawley had made him feel, how carefully he held him, how he called him by his name, how his face fell every time he called him Master, and how much he tried to get him to break out of his headspace. There was no way Blaise Zabini would show up out of the blue and lift his curse without Fawley begging him to do it. He did it... for him. There was no doubt in his mind.

Fawley had been trying to get his last moments with him before Blaise showed up. He was trying to say goodbye and treat him with something to remember. He had known Blaise was coming, he made extra food. Fawley asked Zabini to lift the curse and to push him out the door.

Why though? Did he want him? Did he want to be free of him? Did he just want him free? But the way Fawley kissed him and made slow, passionate love to him. He petted him so gently and only wanted to make him feel safe... loved. Every time Fawley asked him about his day, fed him a bite of his cooking and fell asleep hugging him closely. He had hexed his father, when he came to make him go home. He had found a job for him that he would enjoy. Fawley didn't do it because it benefited him. No, it was something more.

Zach grimaced and looked up again at the window. He needed to know, but there was something that he needed to do first. For whatever reason, Fawley had saved him in more than one way. He'd released him. Freed him from his pain, but also helped him find himself. He was free from his life and family that he hated. He had to show how much it meant to him. He had an idea and took off toward the exit to muggle London.

***

"He left," Blaise told him. "Kinda surprised, actually."

Tears were coming down Fawley's face, as he curled up on his bed. His arms were wrapped around his knees, tightly, as though it was the only thing holding him together. He didn't know if he was surprised or not. He wanted him to stay, but Blaise was adamant. He had to go.

"Yeah," he whispered.

Blaise came over and sat next to him. The last hour had been heart-wrenching. Zach just stayed out there on the street, so confused and lost, that he wanted to go out and bring him back, but Blaise stopped him. Zach needed to recover. He needed it. Fawley didn't doubt that. He was the one who broke down earlier that day and sought out his old mentor. Told him how bad it was getting. Blaise, thankfully, was very concerned. Revenge was the last thing on his mind. They had talked for hours, and Blaise managed to convince him to let him go. Fawley actually had to negotiate for the time before dinner.

"It's for the best, Fawley," he whispered.

He just nodded. He knew he was very much responsible for how bad Zach had gotten. It was consensual... or was it? That curse had shrewd everything. At first, it was just mutual wrestling for control... Zach needed a little breaking in, but it wasn't supposed to be this bad. It wasn't really until the day that he sent Zach to work without the cock ring on that he understood that it had really broken him. He couldn't believe that Zach had let it go on that long and not fixed the problem himself, or sought him out. But he did. He was terrified of it happening, again.

Zach never challenged him in any way, ever again. He wouldn't ask for food, he wouldn't speak without being spoken to, he didn't ask for anything, and, importantly, he wouldn't ask for release. The two times he used his safe word, he was in tears by the end. He was so terrified for even using it, that the only thing Fawley could do was hold him tightly and tell him over and over that everything was alright. He never believed him, no matter what he said or did.

Every time he backed off, did less, Zach would panic more and then panic because he was panicking. Fawley could only follow his lead, do what he expected. Played the role, completely. He was in control, the master, and Zach was his sl*ve. But Zach was the one who decided everything. Everything.... Zach never wore clothes. Zach didn't sit on the furniture. Zach would clean the apartment, despite there being well-paid house elves there. Zach had to wait for his permission to eat, to come and even to speak.

And that submission position... fuck... he put Zach in it the first time, to be humiliating, to punish him for pissing him off so much for that stunt at Christmas. For him obstinately refusing to go home or come with him. Zach wanted to stay at Hogwarts, but Fawley wasn't having it. He loved his family, and he was going home. Zach attacked him when he refused and gave him a black eye for it. He wanted to make him crawl as punishment and Zach didn't balk. He obeyed without question. But Fawley never told him that he had to be in that position... all the fucking time... and naked. But Zach knew it drove his libido crazy seeing him like that.

It didn't take Fawley long to figure out that the rules... the rules Zach made up in his head... were all based on making him happy. Fuck yeah, it was exhilarating hearing Zach call him "Master" and suck his cock as a way of a welcome home. Fucking Rowena's wit, it was amazing! But he never told him to be there every damn time! Zach started doing it in the bedroom when they first moved in. Zach wanted the cock ring off, but always dropped to his knees as though not challenging who was in charge. He never tried to go first.

Each day, it was faster, quicker. Zach would strip and get on his knees. He wouldn't even wait for him to change. Then one night, he had gotten held up in a meeting and Zach was at the door waiting. Of course, he was happy about it. He loved it. He sure as an eagle's claw didn't mean for him to do it every fucking day... and now... now it was so fucking crazy. He would wait every day, in the café across the street, for Zach to arrive, let him have a few moments to do the only things Zach allowed himself to do without guidance, and then go back home, since Zach, the crazy motherfucker, would sit and wait for him like a faithful dog at the door. He couldn't even take off his robes in his own apartment without Zach sucking him off the second he got hard, which happened a lot.

It was only getting worse, day after day. He tried to get him to talk, but he would only answer direct questions. Fawley would ask him what he wanted to eat and he would say, "Whatever you like, Master". Fawley had to sneak around the Ministry to avoid him, because Zach would snap into his role immediately. He had no bloody idea how Zach functioned at work, but when he was at home... only his master mattered.

Fawley thought that maybe Zach liked it... that he wanted it. Zach's dick always spring upwards when he was with him, too often for it just to be the curse, but he really couldn't know. The way Zach looked at him, so expectantly... but it probably was just the curse. He knew that Zach was doing everything he could to not make him mad... to not get punished. It was clear that his only mission in life was to not to be hurt. Not be left in pain.

Blaise nearly punched him when he told him about how long Fawley left him without cock ring on. Ordering him not to touch himself. He always did that with the others. Denial of pleasure, but it wasn't that... or wasn't just that. With the curse, it was actually sexual torture. Blaise couldn't believe that he had made him wait. Every hour, it would hit Zach, and every hour, his pain would double. Blaise smacked him upside the head and said that he was lucky he didn't cause permanent damage... physically and mentally.

Fawley knew he had messed him up. Blaise fully agreed but admitted his own culpably for leaving it on so long, even after hostilities ended. Blaise then told him what was going to happen and that if he cared anything for Zach's mental well-being, he would never try to talk to him after it was lifted. He didn't know if Zach was really broken from it all, but he agreed, after asking for one more time alone... so he could say goodbye. Show Zach that he loved him, and Blaise reluctantly agreed.

Zabini's eyes were now full of remorse. "I'm sorry, Fawley... if I did anyth-"

"It wasn't your fault. It wasn't his fault. I'm the one in control. You taught me that. I'm responsible for him. You warned me, all those years ago... how damaging it could be, being the Master, and I ignored you. Rowena's nob, did you see how scared he was? And earlier... he was terrified when I asked him what he wanted... like he couldn't ask for anything? He said he wanted to suck my dick, and not in the sexual way... in the way that he's fucking terrified of me!"

Blaise grimaced and could offer no words to reassure him.

Fawley broke down crying again and stammered, "M-Maybe you s-should beat the f-fucking shit out of me!"

"I won't do that. Fawley, it...."

"Do not try to fucking console me!"

"Calm down...."

"Fucking hell... what if he doesn't... get better? I might have...."

"We don't know anything. He walked away. That's a good sign. He wasn't screaming for you when I kicked him out. He used his safe word, he calmed down when you explained it to him... those are good signs that he hasn't gone over the edge."

Fawley let out more tears.

"Maybe I should stay. I'll firecall..." Blaise started, but that wasn't possible. Fawley hated the Floo network, blood powder everywhere. He didn't have a fireplace.

"No... I want to just cry it out. Alone. Thank you, Zabini."

"Hey, emotional breakdowns are my specialty."

"Yeah... and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Thank you... I'll be alright."

"I doubt that. Cry it out, Fawley. Maybe go see your family. Get wasted. Mourn. But don't go after him. Promise me that."

Fawley nodded. It was over. "I never meant to hurt him."

"I know," Blaise said, sagely. "But you did. He needs to figure out who he is. He needs to understand that he isn't a sl*ve. If you run into him... don't you dare give him an order, or I'll give you a curse of your own... and you won't like it."

Fawley looked up and nodded, again. "Blaise... did I hurt you? Is that why you...?"

"No... you didn't hurt me. Someone else did. Messed me up pretty bad. Tortured me. You didn't do that, you wouldn't do that. He's probably only sane because of you. That curse is brutal, Fawley, cuff aside. It was meant to drive the bearer insane. He's better than I expected actually thought he'd be. You took care of him. But I'd better go. Tonight's going to be rough, though. I'll check in on you tomorrow."

Blaise said goodbye and walked out the door.

Fawley cried a bunch more, for the loss of his... fuck... he still didn't know what they were. Zach might have been his sex sl*ve, but he loved him. And he was gone. He tried thinking about all the things he could have done differently. Not been so commanding, not used the cuff to control him... but what was done was done. There was no going back. He couldn't even see how he would function without that asshole around. He didn't want to do anything.

Fuck, his heart ached. He didn't even know when he realized that he loved him. He knew that it was when they were at school... maybe from that first time Zach agreed to go down on him, first. But he really knew, when Zach's friends made fun of him for whoring himself out and he came to him crying. Fawley managed to get the 온라인카지노게임 out of him. Then he took Zach to go find them, and then he verbally and magically punished them for it, so they never said another word about it to Zach, again.

Zach followed him back to the room, thanked him quietly, and cried some more, as though no one had ever stood up for him. Fawley held him until the curse ended it. Zach looked up with his tearful eyes and said that he could go all the way. He had been very shocked and tried to talk Zach out of it. He was clearly emotional, but Zach said he was ready.

"I'm not going to let you fuck me, you understand? I only top," Fawley said, quietly.

Zach nodded and said, "I know."

"You don't have to do this... I'm not going to force you...."

"I said you could. I want you to. Just... don't hurt me... please."

He didn't. He was gentle, passionate. He didn't rush anything. Zach enjoyed it, and soon let him do it every day. However, Zach's mental state started to slip further due to lack of sleep and Fawley was resorting to potions to keep himself functional. He went and got the cock ring from Blaise. Zach had nearly cried in relief that he could sleep, again. He never strayed from Fawley's side after that, happy to suck his dick without reciprocation and let him fuck him. Zach didn't care that everyone said that Fawley had neutered him. Of course, if Fawley found out, he was sure to curse them for it.

By December, Fawley knew he was hooked. Zach responded to him in every way, and still talked to him, occasionally testing his control. He loved him, and it was why he was so mad about the Christmas incident. He invited him to his home. But, at that point, he hadn't known that his asshole father was verbally abusing him, making him be more assertive... and commanding. Any idiot could see how introverted Zach was... how quiet and unsure of himself he was. The asshole couldn't form a single sentence sometimes, much less stand up for himself. He also appeared to be completely gay.

When Zach's father found their apartment a few days after graduation, Zach was nearly in tears as the older Smith let out a tirade of homophobic comments and threats. That he would destroy him, disinherit him, make sure he didn't get a job and strip him of everything he had. Everyone would know that he was fag, and that was when Fawley came home. He saw that Zach was huddled up in a corner, shaking, and his father turned to him and said that it was his fault that his son became a pansy boy.

Fawley glared at him for one second, then glued his tongue to the roof of his mouth and made his testicles recede inward. The elder Smith fell to the floor, clutching his balls, unable to speak or undo the spell. Fawley had stepped over him and took Zach into his arms. He carried him into the bedroom and just held him until his father crawled out of the apartment. He sent house elf to let his own father know that Smith Senior had greatly offended him and needed to be reminded of his place in life. He also asked for a Magical Protective Order Charm be requested for Zach.

Zach cried more out of happiness but still was afraid. Fawley promised him that he would take care of him. He would live at their home, and his father would never hurt him, again. It took a lot of words, but Zach finally believed he was going to be okay. He kissed his neck and thanked him. Fawley held him all night, even slipping the ring on and off, so Zach wouldn't have to worry about it. He knew that he wanted to hold Zach forever after that.

But Zach was gone, now. Fawley cried some more, but eventually got up to use the loo. Then he slinked off to the kitchen to put the food away. Zach's plate was still on the table. He knew that it was doubtful that he'd eat it, but he couldn't not make him a plate. That would have been... too soon. He had hoped Zach would have refused to leave. He had wished it. He carefully wrapped it by hand, nearly sobbing as he put it in the stasis cabinet with the rest of the leftovers he'd put away when Blaise was there.

What a mess... he had no idea what to do. His whole life revolved around Zach. He didn't even have a job, just went with his dad to visit his various companies. All he had was Zach and making him comfortable and happy. Zach loved, or seemed to love, his cooking, so he had been getting lessons. He layered every floor in special cushioning charms, so Zach would never get uncomfortable. He bought him the best sheets, clothes, sex and hair products. He didn't want Zach to think that he ever had to worry about money. He even gave him a muggle card to buy lunch with his workmates.

But the apartment was so empty. He couldn't imagine bringing anyone else into their space. Even the threesomes weren't as satisfying as Zach staring at him, waiting for the next command. Zach never did speak in front of the other guy, he was too embarrassed. He always had been. Fawley realized that he would have to sell it... he couldn't be there... without him. It was their place. His eyes watered, again. He was so fucked. He couldn't imagine sex with another guy, now. He was a heartsick fool. He thought Zach actually liked him... even loved him. He went to couch and cried some more.

A knock came from the door. It had to be Blaise. He ignored it, but there was another loud knock. Fawley got up, wiped his eyes and walked over. "Blaise, it hasn't been a da..." he broke off. "Zach." He swallowed and tried to stop shaking.

"C-Can I c-come in?" Zach stammered out, avoiding his eyes. He looked scared.

Fuck, he wanted to hug him, but no, Blaise said that Zach should leave. He needed space, but he couldn't. He had to know why he came back. "Y-Yes... come in."

Zach stepped in and didn't immediately start taking off his clothes, so there was that. But he stood awkwardly on the doormat. He almost told him to come and sit down, but that was an order. "Will you sit at the table?"

Zach nodded and they sat in the two closest chairs, not touching each other. "S-Sorry... Z-Z-Blaise said that... you d-didn't want me to stay."

"I know," Fawley said, looking away and trying not to lose his stiff upper lip.

Zach was looking at the floor. A year of being submissive wasn't going to change after one conversation. "B-But I had to know... do you want me to leave?"

There was no way he could have said those words then, and he couldn't deny him now. Every part of him was screaming. He wanted him to stay. He loved him. Tears came out, regardless of his attempts.

"Are you... crying?" Zach asked, looking at him, astonished.

"Yeah..." he admitted. "Zach... no, I didn't want you to leave. But Blaise said that you need to heal. That what we were doing was damaging you... that I hurt you... too much. You leaving and finding yourself was important to your recovery. You were too afraid to tell me no or talk me... I couldn't keep you in that state."

"So... you asked Blaise to lift it," he concluded, his voice quiet.

"Not exactly. I didn't know how to make you feel safe. I didn't know how much the curse was hurting you, Zach. I just thought you were really... frustrated. I didn't mean to let it torture you... and destroy your self-image. But I should have."

Zach was silent and Fawley had to wait. "Do you want me to leave?"

"Of course not, Zach," Fawley said, more tears coming out. "I never wanted you to leave...."

Zach frowned. "So... you didn't ask him to lift it... so you'd be free of me?"

"What? No! I didn't... I don't want you to go... it's just that... you need to get better, Zach. It was getting really bad... out of control. I couldn't let it keep going like that," he said, wiping tears away.

Zach was shaking. Fuck... Blaise was right, what if I'm hurting him more? But Zach still spoke, asking questions that he hadn't dared to ask since New Year's Eve.

"Do you want... me?" he asked, quietly.

"You think I don't want you? Zach, I have loved being with you... every fucking second of this past year. I want you... and not just for the sex or because of the curse. I mean... thought you were happy... that you liked me, too, but the curse... I could never know. You were so scared that you would do or say anything to not be hurt. I'm so... so sorry."

Zach looked at him, as though not believing him. "You sent me away, though."

Fawley's shoulders dropped. "Blaise said that you needed to find yourself... recover. That's why... he said that. I never would have been able to lie to you."

Zach looked at the floor, again. "Maybe... he is right, but I don't want to be... alone. It hurts too fucking much. C-Can I stay?"

"Oh, Zach... of course, you can. I would never refuse you, but I'm worried about you. I need you to know that you are free... that you don't have to be controlled anymore. I want you to get stronger, and you might not be able to do that with me," Fawley said, his heart burning him, again.

His voice was broken. "But I have nowhere to go."

"I can buy you an apartment, Zach. I wouldn't even notice it in my bank account. I can buy you furniture, a wardrobe and everything you could need... to start over."

"I don't want anything... I can't be alone."

"You could go... home... I mean now that you aren't with me," he suggested, though hating himself for it. Zach's father was a big part of why Zach was the way he was.

"He wouldn't take me back, even if I did tell him about the curse."

"You never told him?"

"Tell him that his only son is-was cursed to get hard every hour and could only get off thinking about guys... a guy? No thanks... homophobic prick."

Fawley looked at Zach, all miserable thoughts gone. Zach wasn't looking at him, but his head was up. "I'm proud of you, Zach."

Zach's blue eyes turned to him, questioningly.

"For talking to me, for acknowledging that about your father."

Zach swallowed. "It wasn't just the curse, Fa... Fawley..." he paused, checking to see if it was okay. Fawley nodded. "... I liked it... you, too. I just didn't like... the pain."

"I'm so sorry, Zach. I didn't mean to use it against you... I..." Fawley stopped. How could he apologize for that?

"I don't blame you."

"Well... yeah... you're probably conditioned to think that."

"Maybe... but that doesn't change the fact that I love you."

Fawley stopped his self-flagellation and looked at Zach in shock.

"You've always been so careful with me. You've never hurt me and I never hated any of it. Not the straps, bits, whips, plugs, harnesses... I don't mind it, never did. You can humiliate me all you want in private... in our home, but you never did it in public. How could I not love you for that? And I'll admit, I was scared... to refuse, to make you angry... because of the curse, because you could end it at any time and the pain would start. I didn't know what to do. I was trapped... but I'm not now."

"Still... you think you can refuse a direct order from me, right now?"

Zach thought about it. "I think I can... if I wanted to."

Fawley sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Blaise won't like this. He chewed me out good for my neglect."

"You're going to make me leave?"

"I can't make you do anything, Zach. Not anymore...."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"What? No, Zach. I love when you look at me like you have been, but I also like asshole-you. It was fun in the beginning, wasn't it?"

Zach smiled and nodded. "It was. I suppose it could be like that, but it can be different. A fresh start... that's what Blaise said."

"A fresh start? Do you think it'll work? I need to know that you will be okay."

"I think so... but I think we should... set some... rules... wants... perimeters?" Zach said, looking at him.

"Definitely... we have to talk more... I can't handle these one-sided conversations anymore."

"Well, that is one for you. Mine is... I don't want to eat off the floor anymore," he said, going red. Fawley smiled. "I mean... I want to eat with you."

Fawley chuckled. "I honestly did it the first time just to see if you'd do it. Surprised me, but it was cute watching your ass sticking up in the air."

"Well, I'm amenable to changing it to "eating breakfast, lunch and dinner at the table" instead," Zach said, with a devious smile.

Fawley's heart fluttered back to life. He missed negotiating with Zach. He quirked his eyebrow suggestively. "Agreed."

"Your turn."

"Well... wait... you didn't have your dinner yet, have you?" Fawley said and got up to pull his plate out of the stasis box.

Zach was smiling as he set the plate in front of him and warmed it up. "You made me a plate?"

"I was... hopeful... desperate," Fawley said and scooped out a helping for him onto another plate, warming it up.

"You're hungry, too?"

"I didn't eat. I couldn't when I knew...."

Zach looked at him. "That I was leaving?"

"It was... painful."

"Why'd you sit down to eat with Zabini?"

"Cause Blaise said that you needed to be hard for it to work better, mentally. So, you could see it be removed. Dinner had been the waiting period the curse to activate, again. So, we had to wait. I had to argue with him to be with you... one last time.

"Thank you for that, even if you did confuse the fuck out of me," Zach huffed.

"I'll bet. That was what made it all worth it, though. Getting you to talk to me was way harder than it needed to be. You needed to be free."

Zach nodded and picked up his knife and fork. He was smiling.

"I made chicken parmesan for you. I think it's your favorite."

Zach lifted his head up. "It is... how did you know that?"

"You get very excited when you watch me make it. Eager," Fawley said, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

Zach snorted. "I don't think you are wrong."

Fawley watched him take a bite and hum in delight. He smiled, too. They ate in companionable silence, and Zach eagerly took seconds.

After they cleared their plates, Zach said, "It's still your turn."

"I don't want you to... freak out... when we are in public or around other people. You make me look I'm the crazy abusive guy. Do you know how many times I've darted into random rooms at the Ministry, avoiding you? A lot. I'd like to see you without you going... mental."

"Fair enough. I'll allow you to punish me for any insolence when we get home."

Fawley shivered, under his words. Holy Rowena... he was driving him insane. He took a deep breath. "Your turn?"

Zach took a deep breath, despite his joking tone a second ago. He was afraid. "Don't ever put... the cuff back on me... or anything like it."

Fawley's shoulders dropped. He'd been traumatized by that curse. "I promise."

Zach just waved his hand for him to go.

"I'd like to be able to call you mine... around... well everyone. I want to establish our relationship."

"Like we're boyfriends?"

"Well... yes, but I was thinking about something more permanent... soon."

Zach smiled. "I think you'll be courting beneath yourself."

"Well, that's where you usually are."

Zach laughed. "I'll accept it."

"Which one?"

"Guess you'll have to figure it out yourself," he laughed but again, lowering his eyes. "I don't want to call you Master all the time."

"Oh no, Zach... I don't want that either. You don't ever have to do it, again!"

"I don't mind it. You get really excited when I do and I get excited when you do."

"It's complete on you, Zach. I didn't mean for you to do it all the time."

"But I knew you liked it... especially when you'd wait for me across the street to come home."

Fawley looked at him astonished. "You knew?"

"You don't have a job, yet you came home every day at the same time... coincidentally right after me. I slipped out of work early once to see you go to the café. Then I put up the Extra-Sensory Charms to watch you. I even would come home late every once in a while just to see how long you would wait."

His jaw dropped. "You... little shit. You were playing games with me?"

Zach smirked proudly. "I suppose you'll have to get me back for that."

"Well... I'm impressed, Zach. You did tend to panic, though, whenever I was already home, so that's why I did it."

"Didn't stop you from having a raging boner every time you came home, though, did it?"

"Did you just say...?" Fawley looked at him, amazed. Zach always had issues talking about sex. "Whatever, but mine ties into yours... your rules... need calm the fuck down. You can wear clothes in the apartment. You can eat, talk and ejaculate whenever you want. Sit on the chairs and couches. Not clean the apartment. Use magic, too. This is your home."

"That's more than one. But you enjoy telling me when I can come."

"I don't care. You need to prove to me that you aren't mentally fucked."

"I suppose. But I think I'm doing okay, aren't I?"

"We'll see. Your turn."

"Give me a few minutes."

"Of course. Can I ask you something?"

Zach looked at him weird. "Sure?"

"Where did you go? When you left here earlier? You were gone for a bit."

His boyfriend/fiancé smiled. "I had to go get something."

"Really?"

"Yes, in muggle London. Wanna see it?"

"See it? Yeah?"

Zach stood up, full from dinner and led him into the bedroom. Fawley didn't know where this was going. He dropped his robes and pulled off his shirt. Zach turned to show him his shoulder. Muggle ink. Not a brand, but Fawley could make it out easily. A big, bold "KF" across his shoulder. It was slightly irritated. Zach turned to look at him.

Zach lowered his eyes to the floor. "Even if it didn't work out tonight... and you didn't want me... you still saved me. I wanted the tattoo to be permanent so I'll always remember you for it... and how much I loved you."

Fawley lost all restraint and kissed his tattoo, before kissing him on the lips. Zach kissed him back, but after a little bit, he stopped it.

Zach bit his lip. "My last one is... can we not have sex... for while?"

"Yeah... I'm kinda worn out, too. Fucking you every night for a year was hard work.

"I'll bet," Zach huffed.

"I can sleep on the couch for now," Fawley offered.

"No! I mean... can we sleep together... you just hold me. I like it when you...."

"You like to feel safe, protected."

"Yeah..." Zach whispered.

"I'll keep you safe, but last one for me is: we are both going to see a mind healer, tomorrow. No discussion."

"Yes, mast... Fawley."

Fawley sighed, moving Zack's short hair from his eyes. He nodded. "Call me, Keith."

Zach smiled widely.

-Epilogue

A month had passed since Blaise lifted his curse. Zach hadn't had sex once, but now his dick was only irritating him for healthy attention. The mind healer assured them both that it would happen naturally, though Zach knew Keith wasn't going to push him into doing anything. They were talking, getting to know each other's lives and past. At night, Keith would kiss him and his tattoo, and hold him tightly, knowing how it made him feel. Zach felt more and more comfortable every night.

He had plenty of nightmares about the curse coming back, and the mind healer talked him through some calming techniques. Breaking his habits was harder, especially talking to Keith. Whenever he saw a look of annoyance or displeasure, he couldn't help but freeze up and apologize. Keith was getting better at reaching him. They had several intense therapy sessions where the healer really made them talk about it. He wasn't completely back to normal, but he was happy, at least. Small steps.

Zach would come home, and Keith would already be there, getting ready to start cooking. Zach still liked losing layers when he came home, but he wore pants, at least. Keith started to shed some, too. But today, he was wearing his robes, when Zach came home.

"Hey, honey," Keith said, kissing him as he came by the cutting board. The mind healer questioned Keith's terms of endearment, but Zach liked them. He liked his name, too. "How was work?"

"Good, you should see the new Nimbus. It's trying to beat out the Firebolt," Zach said, and went into the bedroom to take his robes and shirt off.

Keith yelled out, "I wouldn't do that, if I were you!"

Zach popped his head out, "Why?"

"We're having company over."

Zach straightened up. "We are? Who?"

"Blaise and Neville," he said, quietly.

Zach stared at him, but Keith kept his eyes on the food. "Why?" He didn't like how fast his heart was beating. He didn't care if Zabini had lifted the curse. He was still terrified of him.

"I invited him over."

"Without..." Zach started, but chickened out at the last second. Faw-Keith was in charge of this home.

Keith heard the hesitation in his voice and stopped his preparations to walk over. "Don't do that, Zach. Come on, say the whole sentence."

Zach couldn't, though. He looked at the floor, and Keith wrapped his arms around him. Zach felt better. It was a long process toward recovery, but he never regretted staying with him. Every once in a while, he would shut down, and Keith would have to try to get him to open up.

It took a few minutes, but he whispered, "Why didn't you ask me?"

Keith rubbed his back gently. "I didn't know until earlier. Blaise stopped by and suggested it. He... wants to see you."

"Me? Why me?" Zach said and trembled. Did Blaise get mad at him for something? His heart was thumping faster as the fear became more acute.

"Calm down, Zach. He just wants to make sure you're okay."

"Why?" Zach still didn't understand. Blaise hated him. Fa-Keith had to beg him to release him.

"He told me that we shouldn't have stayed together, that you needed space. He's mad at me, Zach, not you."

"You?" Zach said, frowning. "But...."

"Zach, you were in a bad space in your mind. When he saw you last... all he knew was that you were... dependent on me. He told me that he'd hex me good if I ever hurt you, again."

Zach straightened up and backed away enough to look at him. "But you haven't...."

"He doesn't know that. That's why he wants to see you and suggested a dinner party with Neville."

Zach frowned and lowered his head. "What if...."

Keith pulled his head up. "Nothing is going to happen, honey. I want you not to worry. He's not mad at you. He would never put that spell on you, again."

Zach shuddered involuntarily at the mention of it but looked at Keith. "What about you? What if I can't convince him... and he hurts you?"

Keith smiled and pulled him back in for a hug. "Zach, are you worried about me?"

Zach snuggled into his chest. "Yes."

Keith squeezed him tightly. "He's my friend, Zach. He's not going to hurt me. He just wants to see that you're okay."

Zach held his tongue and let Keith hold him. He couldn't stop shaking.

"I can owl him... or Apparate over there and cancel dinner, if you want?"

"He'd come over eventually, right?"

"Yeah, like I said, he wants to see you... he'd keep trying."

"No, let's just get it over with, or I'll be worrying about it for days."

Keith nodded and let him go. "I'll finish making dinner."

"I'll clean up."

"Zach...."

"I have to do something, Keith," Zach snapped.

"Okay, honey. I'm just making sure."

Zach checked every nook and cranny in the apartment, changed his clothes twice and still had time to watch Keith make dinner. His nerves were stretched to their limit. He was sure Keith tried to talk to him, but he was busy trying to control his emotions. When the knock came, Zach nearly jumped out of his skin. Keith gave him a look, but he just looked at the floor. This was too much. He tried to control his fear, but it was hard.

When their guests came in, he just nodded when introduced and didn't leave Faw-Keith's side the whole time. He didn't say a word. He could tell it was awkward during dinner, but he ate each bite slowly, ignoring any comments directed at him. He didn't feel comfortable talking in front of people, yet. They would have a nice chat with the healer about this at the next session, he was sure.

Keith took his plate, but he still went to the sink with him. Blaise, however, grabbed his arm and half-pulled him into the living room. When Blaise let him go, he backed away, scared and shaking.

"Sorry. Just wanted to talk. You're looking better... clothed," Blaise stated.

Zach nodded, his jaw clenched shut. He avoided his eyes. He wished Keith had followed them. He was so scared.

"Zach?" he asked, expecting an answer.

"Yes... thanks... again," he said, mechanically.

"You know I came just to check on you?" Zabini said, staring at him.

"He said that..." Zach whispered.

"I'm concerned, Smith. I told him that you'd get better if you weren't together."

"I want to stay with him," Zach said, looking up at him, finally.

"I know you want to, but...."

"And go where, Zabini? I had to get a protective charm order against my own father. I don't have any friends, in case you missed that. Olie and Wayne were pricks. No one ever cared about me before... him. I'm not going anywhere," he said, with some determination. He still was afraid, but he wasn't going to be forced out, again.

"Zach... I know it's hard, but this isn't a good environment for you."

"Yes, it is. I've never felt so safe and loved before," he said, quietly and looked at the floor.

"I'm the one who cursed you. I have a responsibility here. You're still scared of Fawley. You didn't say a word at dinner. I can't let you stay like this."

Zach's head jolted up and he looked at Blaise. "Oh...."

"You're not living your life if you stay in this position," he went on.

Zach shook his head and smiled. "No... B-Blaise. I wasn't talking... because I was afraid... of you."

The Dark Arts master stared at him until he lowered his head, again.

"We talk... we've been going to a mind healer. I have never been comfortable talking in a group, either. He's been trying to make me talk more... it's been a process. You showing up... kinda made me default to the safest option. He just sprung this on me when I got home," he mumbled, more to the floor.

"I'm sorry that I assumed that. You know I won't hurt you anymore, right?"

Zach just nodded. He didn't know what to believe.

"Zach... I'm not ever going to curse you, again. I'm here just to check on you... I swear. I want to make sure that you are okay, because I put you in this spot and Fawley took advantage."

Zach flinched and looked at him. "Don't hurt him, please."

"I'm not going to hurt anybody, Zach," Zabini said, exasperated.

"He said that you would curse him if... because I came back. I did. He didn't make me. I love him and I don't want him to be hurt."

"I only said that to voice my displeasure over what had happened. Fawley let it go too far. He knows better."

"It's not his fault."

"That's where you are wrong, Zach. He was the master. He controls everything."

"He never hurt me."

"Really?"

"He never hit or cursed me. He gave me a safe word, he always... p-prepped me... he never made me bleed."

"Well, at least he remembered that."

Zach stared at him, confused.

"Who do you think taught him that?"

Zach knew that they had been together, but he never asked about it. Mostly, he avoided asking Keith anything about that part of his life or, more specifically, he didn't want to talk about Zabini at all. He wasn't sure that fear would ever go away.

After a minute of Blaise waiting for him to say something, he steadied himself and muttered, "I never thought he'd let anyone be... in charge."

Blaise chuckled. "Only the first couple times, though. He didn't like it and, with a little guidance, he... took charge."

Zach jolted. "You? You're a...."

"Bottom?" Blaise said, unabashed. "Usually. I'm versatile. Neville's been a little reluctant to really step into the role."

Zach looked at him... respecting him more for it. But he couldn't help but ask, "Why? You're so strong...."

Blaise stepped closer and Zach trembled. "I'm confident, but I wasn't always. Your preferences aren't contingent on it. But the more confident you get, the better you enjoy it... the easier it is to talk about, Zach."

"I've never been comfortable... with any of it. Socializing, magic, sex... I'm not confident."

Blaise nodded. "Fawley said you never use your wand."

"I'm not good at it. It always pissed my dad off."

"Neville always thought that, too. But his magic got better since we've been together. You have to have more faith in yourself. That's why I'm so strong magically, and Fawley, Harry and Draco are so powerful. It's all in your head, Smith."

"Yeah, I was afraid you'd say that. I'm never going to be a strong wizard."

Blaise came a little closer. Zach shook more. "Zach, you will get stronger, especially when you're with Fawley. Ask him to help you. Cast magic with him by you. You will try harder with him watching, because it'll make you happy to see him happy. You won't be afraid to fail."

Blaise was close enough to touch, but Zach clenched his fists and didn't respond. All he wanted was for Keith to come and rescue him.

"Zach, I'm not going to hurt you. Draco came over the other day. He told me what you said."

Zach grimaced. He should have done it a long time ago. A few days after Blaise lifted his curse, he saw Draco talking to a few Aurors about the search for Goyle. He waited until they walked away before he approached him.

"Malfoy," he said, announcing his presence.

Draco's grey eyes locked on him immediately and narrowed. He could see Draco's defensive walls go up. "Smith," he said, flatly.

Zach swallowed, as he had to most of his pride over the last year. This was the last of it, though it was well-owed to the man in front of him. "I just w-wanted to apologize for... everything... everything that happened... to you and your friends. I'm sorry for hurting you." Zach lowered his eyes and waited.

Draco did not say anything for a full minute. He hoped he didn't summon Potter. He was still afraid of him, too. Draco grumbled, "I suppose that you want me to ask Blaise to remove the curse?"

Zach took a deep breath. "Umm... no. He removed it... last week. I owed it to you... to say sorry... in person. I can't ask for forgiveness, because I know what I did can't be forgiven."

Malfoy stared at him and didn't say anything.

"I'll g-go. I just-just wanted to do right by you, at least once," he whispered and turned to leave.

Malfoy grabbed his arm. "Wait... I accept your apology, Smith. I'm glad Blaise lifted it."

"Thank you. I w-wasn't expecting him to. Fawley asked him to come over, but I apologized to B-Blaise, too."

"You stayed with Fawley?" Draco asked.

Zach looked a little confused. "Yeah, I had to."

Draco tilted his head. "Had to? What did Blaise curse you with?"

"You don't know?"

Draco sighed. "At the time it happened, my probation officer was force-feeding me Veritaserum. Blaise wasn't supposed to be cursing people, so I purposely remained... in the dark. As you weren't bothering me after Umbridge was forcibly removed from her position, I never really asked."

"Umbridge was your probation officer?" Zach said, aghast.

"Unfortunately. She had been in on the conspiracy."

"I'm so... so sorry... I didn't know. Anyone would have been better than her."

"Yes, well, Harry saved me, and McGonagall took over. But tell me what was it?"

Had anyone else asked him, he would have declined to respond. He owed Malfoy. "He made it so I would... get... hard... every hour, every day."

Malfoy's eyes went wide at that, and Zach knew he was speaking truthfully that he hadn't known.

"It was painful, too, if I didn't tend to it. Everyone knew about it, too. So... my supposed friends abandoned me, and when Keith came around, I took him up on his offer... of friendship... and trading sexual favors."

Draco's mouth popped open. "Salazar... Smith... I'm sorry. I would have told Blaise to let you go!"

"Don't be sorry. I'm not. I needed to lose those people I was with and accept who I am. Keith is great."

Draco seemed confused. "You said that you had to stay with him."

Zach smirked. "Blaise made it so Fawley could release my curse for twelve hours at a time, but only Fawley could do it, not me."

"He trapped you in that position?" Draco said, anger in his voice.

"I could have apologized. It was always an option."

"Still... Fawley didn't take advantage of you?"

"He never abused me. He loved me and I love him. It might have been an unorthodox way of getting together, but we are happy. I just wanted to clean the air between us. I'm sorry for being an asshole. I didn't believe all that crap I said. It was just my friends who were like that, and I didn't want to be alone."

Draco ran his fingers through his hair and said, "Well, I am still sorry. I know what it is like to be trapped, and I wouldn't want anyone to be like that."

Zach nodded. "I know. I read your... 온라인카지노게임. I'm sorry... I never imagined."

"I gathered that."

Zach winced. "Sorry. My... father... he was a prick, too. Didn't like me being quiet and meek. Had to... uphold the family honor or something."

"Sounds familiar."

"I wasn't doing well in my first few years... being invisible. My father... he got really angry... said he'd throw me out if I didn't start doing better... or be more aggressive. Make contacts. You were... a convenient target. Before it had been Harry."

"He does make a convenient target, doesn't he? But since I did the same thing, I can't really blame you, Smith... Zach?"

He nodded.

"As I said, I forgive you. I didn't hold it against you. I had worse... a lot worse than some teenage bullying. Props for the SAD campaign."

"That wasn't me. It was _____ (name censored, wa ha ha ha ha). I was content never touching you, again, but I couldn't bow out without being completely alone."

Draco's eyes twinkled a little. "Blaise would have been pleased."

"Yeah, the first words out of his mouth, when he saw me, were, 'It was all worth it.'"

"Really... why?" Draco was shocked by that.

"Well... I was on my knees... and naked," Zach said, wryly.

Draco started coughing. "What?"

Zack smirked. "That's how I usually am... was... at home."

Draco went a little red and stared at him.

"What? You don't do that at home? Potter doesn't please you like that?"

"Potter doesn't please him like how, Smith?" the Chosen Auror growled from behind them.

Zach went white and turned to face him. Harry looked ready to break him.

Draco stepped closer. "Harry... Zach here was just apologizing most sincerely, and we've been bonding over our abusive fathers. Be a dear and don't be mean."

Zach lowered his eyes under Harry's scrutiny. He really didn't want to be cursed, again.

"He wants the curse lifted."

"Blaise already took it off. He had no obligation to come here. Be nice," Draco ordered.

"He was making fun of me."

"Actually, he was teasing me about sexual positions...."

Harry gave him a surprised look and then looked at Zach, who shrugged. "I'm sorry for... whatever I did to you. Being an asshole, I guess. "

"What the hell happened to you?" Harry asked.

"Keith Fawley."

Potter didn't have an answer for that one and mumbled, "I think you got this. When you're done, we can go to lunch," to Malfoy and left.

"He's easy to embarrass," Draco muttered.

"I know that feeling, but I better not push the Savior's buttons anymore. Thanks for accepting my apology, Malfoy."

Draco grimaced and said, "Wait, Smith. Can you write a letter for me? For the others, so you don't surprise the wrong person."

"I'd rather do it in person."

"Theo's not exactly up for visitors."

"Oh... I'm sorry! I-I didn't know. Yeah, I'll write a letter. What should I say?"

"Just that you're sorry for everything. It doesn't have to be long or excessive."

Zach wrote it and handed it to Draco.

"Thanks again, Smith. I'll see you around," Draco said, that day.

But now, weeks later, Blaise was looking at him with a little smile on his face.

"I owed it to Malfoy to tell him to his face," Zach murmured, embarrassed.

"He was impressed by that, but he also gave me this," he said, holding up the same letter.

Zach was confused. He'd already apologized to Blaise.

Blaise smiled and placed it on the table, then he pulled out older parchment and set it down next to it. He recognized it immediately. It was the letter Zach had sent anonymously to Potter at the end of school. He didn't understand how or why Blaise had it.

"I don't...."

"Zach... first off, Theo is busy with his infant son. He's fine. Draco's a smart guy sometimes. He wanted you to write a word... "sorry", because it is on both these letters. Why don't you look at them? I think you might find that your handwriting matches it... exactly."

Zach's eyes rested on the last word in the old letter. Sorry. He had neat cursive handwriting. No one could mistake it. He looked at Blaise, shaking, again. He didn't know what to do.

"Second, no one knew it was ______ but you... and us, since you were the one who sent us the letter. You helped us solve the mystery. Draco might have gone back to Azkaban if we hadn't figured it out. He might not have been able to get the job he wanted, either. It's because of you, Zach."

Zach nodded. "I didn't want you guys to know. I did some messed up things. How... did he know to check?"

Blaise's eyes twinkled a little. "A guess. Dean and Corner both said that you were the only one who knew the leader's identity. You said it so casually to Draco, that you knew that we knew who it was. And no one outside of our group of friends knew about it and whoever sent the note. You left the map out, too, right? Did you know Ron was working with Draco?"

"Yes. He was at the tower... when... you know.... it happened. It wasn't hard to see that he was faking it. He's Harry's buddy."

"Wait... tower? You mean Weasley was at the Astronomy tower when... holy Salazar's balls! He was there... that's why he switched even after Harry beat the shit out of him."

"I guess."

"But Smith... you were planning on switching back then? You didn't warn them... you let us have the map back... and you made yourself scarce when Ron was there, so you wouldn't be kicked out," Blaise said, on a roll.

Zach frowned, being caught. Damn Slytherins. "You won't tell them, will you?"

"Who?"

"The ones that got kicked out. I know Olie works in the Magical Maintenance and Wayne works in a shop in Knockturn Alley."

"I don't associate with them, but I won't tell anyone but your boyfriend."

Zach flinched. "No... don't. I don't want him to know."

"Why?" Blaise asked.

Zach lowered his head and tears came out. "I don't want him to... think that...."

Blaise waited for him to respond. He wondered if Keith told him to do that. Probably.

"...I did a good thing."

"What?"

Zach bit his lip. "He's good. I'm not. I'm the evil bastard and he's the hero."

Blaise straightened up. "Zach... you aren't evil. You are... were... a nuisance."

"I almost killed you."

Blaise snorted. "And yet you aren't even in my top fifty list of people I hate and I doubt you made Draco's list either. We know what evil is. You've read his abridged 온라인카지노게임, do you want to know mine?"

Zach shook his head. "You don't have to. I heard it from Tracy. She scared me even. I don't deserve...."

"What don't you deserve, Zach? Fawley deserves to know what you did without asking for recompense."

"I... still hurt you... and Draco. I don't want anyone to think it... made up for what I did. He's so much better than I am."

Blaise sighed. "Merlin's tits. It's like Draco all over. Zach... why did you let Dean have the map? Why did you ignore the fact that Ron was a mole? The truth, Smith. Tell me."

Zach shivered under the direct command. He hadn't heard it since he started therapy. "I was kinda... shocked by what happened when the SAD attacked Draco. Dean told me about it... I wasn't there. But it was horrible. Then I kinda figured out why he went to the Astronomy Tower. I felt terrible, so I made a deal with Ron. I gave him access, but he couldn't rat me out. He'd get the wrath of the group and I wouldn't."

Blaise chuckled. "How Slytherin of you."

"I didn't even care about... what Draco did or didn't do. Wayne and Oliver did. I didn't want to be alone. I don't have any friends."

"Well... you do, now." Blaise held out his hand.

Zach shivered and took it. "Thank you. I'm sorry about everything."

"Yeah, I know. But I finally realized why you're not in Slytherin."

"What?" Smith said, surprised. "Cause I'm a bottom?"

Zabini smirked. "I'm a bottom. You're a submissive. There's a big difference."

Zach blushed.

"But no, you have no sense of self-worth. Arrogance is a dominant feature of our house."

"I'm not worth anything. I've been disinherited."

"And that's what I mean. You were a great chaser, Smith. You scored almost 15 goals in our fifth year against Gryffindor. And nearly went toe-to-toe with Ginny with goals last year. Why didn't you try professionally?"

Zach flushed, again, but avoided the real answer. "I wasn't that good. Weasley flew circles around me."

"Yeah? So automatically you suck? It's Ginny Weasley. Half her family played quidditch, and she's already landed a Captaincy position on a professional team. You can't base it off that!"

"Well, she...."

"Zach... she beat me, in a duel, with wands. She's the shit. But really, no one scouted you?"

Zach lowered his head. "A few."

"Well, see. It didn't work out?"

Zach didn't answer. Blaise waited, though. Keith had to have told him. "I couldn't accept it even if I wanted to."

Blaise tilted his head.

"I was cursed, Blaise. I didn't know if I could even ask permission to do it, much less play without it affecting me," Zach mumbled, looking at the floor.

"Fuck... Zach. I'm so sorry. I never... considered. Damn...."

"It's fine. I still fly. The newest prototypes. I love it."

"You love it more than quidditch?"

Zach lowered his head. His chances were gone.

"Let me talk to someone. I can get you a tryout... Fawley definitely can."

"No. It's too late."

"You're only four months out of school, Zach. You're not that out of shape. I can train with you until you get back up to snuff."

"You'd do that... for me?"

"Course I will. We're friends, now, and I think I may have taken away your future. I have to try at least."

"I could have apologized. You don't have to feel guilty."

"But you worked to get good at it, so I'm not taking no for an answer."

Zach frowned. "Okay... just you, though. I want to earn it."

Blaise smiled. "That'll be a little hard. People in quidditch know Fawley and that you're with him."

"They do?"

"Yeah, Zach. I even heard how he utterly destroyed the Cleansweep rep. I don't think a code inspector from the Ministry has ever had an easier time with reps. And you don't even take bribes. Brooms are getting decent and more uniform from the smaller companies."

Zach tilted his head. "So, I'm doing my job... right?"

"Yes... without being corrupt. Harry didn't like you around, that's for sure, but you did everything perfectly. Fawley had to intercede on your behalf several times, but he hasn't had to come out in a while."

"He asks me every day... if everything's okay...."

"I bet. He was ready to take me on your behalf back in school. But I respected him and I left you alone for the rest of the year."

"He really does take care of me, doesn't he?"

"Yeah, but I'll see what I can do to keep him out of it for you."

"Thank you, Blaise. For everything... you didn't have to forgive me."

"I'm a forgiving kind of person... compared to my mum, anyway."

Zach gulped. Blaise laughed. Zach mumbled, "What are you going to tell him?"

"Fawley? About you playing or...."

"What we're talking about."

"Ah... a lot... maybe not all at once, but I was mainly worried about you guys. It's been alright, though? No... issues?"

Zach went red. "He won't... we haven't done anything since...."

"Oh. Interesting." Blaise nodded.

"What is?"

"Curbing Fawley's libido is a hard thing to do."

Zach flushed again. "I d-didn't wa-"

"Whoa... I was teasing. Are you waiting for the right time?"

"Well... he's the one w-who always decided. I-I don't know... if it's... okay...."

"Oh, Zach. He's never going to initiate it. Not after what happened. Not unless you're comfortable. He's going to wait for you to start it."

"Being forward is not something that I do."

"Try. Ask if you can kiss him. Then work your way down. Roll him onto his back, take your hands, grab his hands and pin them to the bed...."

Zach was starting to feel nauseous. "Wait... that's... you're... I'm... top?"

"Yes."

"H-He won't let me."

"Yes-he-will. Ask him. Ask him if you can."

"I don't want to... be... in charge."

"Do it, Zach. You want to have sex, again, right?"

"But he likes it when I'm on my knees."

"He likes it every way, Zach. You like getting on your knees."

He grimaced.

"Just try it."

"He told me that he always tops."

"Zach, Fawley is perfectly capable of topping from the bottom. You've just never been able to handle it."

"What?"

"Zach, despite the last year. I've still fucked and been fucked more than you. Trust me. He will let you do it and still be in control."

Zach tilted his head, confused. He was sure that wasn't how it worked. The one on top is in control. But he felt it was pointless to argue with Blaise. "Are you going to tell him about... Draco?"

"Yes. He deserves to know that you aren't a complete asshole."

"Just a coward."

"Zach... it seems like it, I know. You did anything to fit in. You didn't actually believe or want what they wanted, right?"

He shook his head.

"You wanted to be accepted."

"Safe."

"Sure. But is that any different than everyone else?" Blaise said, and frowned. "Do you want to hear my 온라인카지노게임? I mean, not just what Tracey told you."

Zach looked at him and just closed his mouth, unwillingly to answer.

"I'll take that as a yes. I was broken into sex by someone who only topped, too. Someone controlling."

"And you topped him?"

"No. He hurt me in every way, Zach. He made sure I never talked to anyone, that I was dependent on him, that I let him and his buddies do whatever they wanted and I couldn't argue with it. I was under his complete control.

"But I let him do it, just so I could be part of his group. Just so I could be part of the "elite". I didn't want to be alone. So, trust me. I understand completely about the alure to be liked and to have friends."

Zach nodded but was unsure if he could prod more. "W-What happened?"

Blaise sighed. "Draco beat the shit out of him and made sure he never touched me, again."

Zach frowned. "That's why you protected him so much."

"Yes, and why I care about what happens to you. "

Smith frowned and nodded.

"I did almost beat Fawley up. I... thought I taught him better."

"He took care of me... I mean... he never hurt me. It just was... the curse."

Blaise shook his head. "He still shouldn't have let it go that far. He's the master... he's supposed to take care of you, mentally and physically."

"He did. He always made me feel safe."

Blaise raised his eyebrow.

He probably thinks I'm crazy, Zach thought. "I always wanted to come home."

Blaise nodded. "Love isn't always rational. But Fawley was always a good guy."

"He is. He never laughed at me... when everyone else did. He helped me. I loved him before he even asked for the cuff. No one ever hugged me before... I mean other than my mum."

"I know that feel. Draco was my Fawley... minus the sex part."

"Really? You guys never...? I mean, you're both...."

"It's never been that way. Maybe if there wasn't all that war shit and Voldemort... but Draco... he wasn't ready for that. And to be honest, we never really... talked about our problems. Neville... he can get me to talk."

"Yeah, so can Keith."

"He lets you call him Keith?"

Zach frowned and nodded.

"Oh, Zach... you guys are going to be fine. He wouldn't even let me call him that."

"Oh... really?"

"Yeah... his brother even calls him Fawley."

Zach smiled widely, and his heart finally unclenched since the second he heard about Blaise coming. He looked at Blaise. "Thanks... for coming, for checking on me. It means a lot."

"Not a problem. I was worried about you."

"We should probably get back... Keith's probably wondering what's going on."

"Probably... but just imagine... what Fawley and Neville were talking about, whilst we've been in here."

Zach went a little red and Blaise smirked. "Merlin...."

"Oh, I have more of a filter than Fawley does... Neville probably heard things that he never wanted to hear."

Zach looked at him. "You really let Neville... top?"

Blaise came in closer. "Zach... there's nothing wrong with it. Fawley doesn't mind. But I'm sure he laid down that rule because you wanted him for sex, not a life partner, at first. Try to talk to him. Take charge... you'll feel better once you have. But you have to take that leap."

Zach grudgingly nodded. "I'm scared, though."

"Don't be. Has Fawley never gotten mad? He is the chillest guy unless someone messes with his friends and significant others. He wants you to be happy and feel safe. If that doesn't happen, you're not going to have sex, again."

Zach's shoulders dropped, and he didn't think he could ever be forward with Keith. He always told him what to do. He always led. Zach followed his orders. But things were different, now. Could he take that step? He didn't know, but he followed Blaise back into the dining room. Neville was completely red, and Fawley was whispering in his ear.

"Giving him ideas?" Blaise asked.

"No! No ideas. No ideas at all!" Neville said, embarrassed and looked at Blaise, desperately.

"Fawley, didn't I tell you to be nice?"

"No, you didn't. Shouldn't have left him unattended, Blaise. And you guys have been together for a year?"

Blaise rolled his eyes. "Easy there. You needed a whole month to let me even touch you."

That shut Keith up, but he was still smiling and watching him. Zach nodded and, though nervous, gave him a smile back.

Zach knew Fawley would want him to speak, at some point, aloud. He took a breath and said, "Thanks for coming over. Sorry, I wasn't very talkative. I was nervous."

Neville looked at him and nodded. "Oh, I understand that completely. Especially with these two in the same room. Wanna give me a tour?"

Zach swallowed. He looked at Fawley, who nodded in approval. "Yeah... give him a tour, we won't be long."

Keith wanted to talk to Blaise. Zach didn't meet their eyes. He wasn't sure if he wanted them to be alone, but they would talk eventually. Besides, he realized he had access to Neville and was told to give him a tour. He wasn't nearly as afraid.

"Sure. Come on."

***

Fawley watched as Zach guided Neville into the den. He looked okay and he was worried about Zach, given that he was scared shitless since the moment he heard that Blaise was coming. But Zach had talked and that was very good.

"How is he?" He asked quietly, setting up a Silencing Charm

"Better than I thought, actually. I was worried... but then he started talking. He was scared of me."

"Yeah... he is."

"You know he apologized to Draco?"

Keith looked at him and shook his head. Zach hadn't told him that, but volunteering information was not something Zach did willingly.

"He went up right into the Auror department and said that he was sorry. Even apologized to Harry, too."

"He did? Even after everything?"

"Yep."

"And... what happened?"

"Harry didn't say anything, but Draco accepted it. He talked to him for a while. Zach mentioned his father was pushing him to be like that."

"Pushing? Hardly. That bastard verbally and mentally punished his whole life," Fawley hissed. The more they had spent in therapy, the more he learned how much and how deep it went. Rowena's saggy boobs, he wanted to beat the ever-loving fuck out of that bastard."

"It makes sense. Why he... let it go on. That confused me so much. I mean... who the hell just lets himself go crazy rather than apologize?"

"Or offer unlimited sex to the resident slag? Yes, I was confused, too, but Zach never seemed to... dislike being with me. The healer... got him to answer a few things. I might be breaking his privacy, but you should probably know... some things."

Blaise frowned. "Okay...."

"Zach wouldn't apologize at first... because he believed his father would find out that he... gave in or surrendered... or elsewise embarrassed himself. He knew his father's immediate response would be to turn him out and disown him. He thought he'd never survive on his own."

"Really?"

"Yeah, the heartless bastard made sure Zach never thought he was worth anything or could be anything without him. He grounded Zach down so much that he has no faith in himself. Doesn't trust himself to speak or do magic. He thinks that he can't do anything right."

Blaise stared at him. "Salazar... I didn't know. I mean, he seemed like a...."

"A prick? Yeah. That's what his father taught him. He hired healers to teach him to be aggressive and more social, but it only took a little while to snap him back into his normal, broken state of mind. Not talking, not making eye contact. Fuck... when it got bad, he was beyond scared."

"Damn. I take it he's out of the picture, now?"

"When I told my dad about what happened, he said he had a vested interest in making sure Mr. Smith didn't get another job in this country with any reputable business. He lost a bunch of money and had to sell his house. Left the country, last I heard. I ensured he knew that he'd pay dearly, if he ever tried to get to Zach, again."

Blaise nodded. "That's good."

"Yeah, I think Zach believes he's out of his life, but that leads us to the new problem... and why Zach didn't try to get the curse removed after SAD was kicked out and he stopped caring what his father would do."

"Dare I ask?"

"He chose to vest his future in me. He changed from subjecting himself to his father's rule to mine," Fawley whispered.

"Fuck."

"Exactly. He decided that I was his future and made it a point to make sure I was always happy. No matter what it did to him. My happiness was his survival."

Blaise leaned on the counter, looking a little faint. "I... I didn't want that to happen, Fawley."

"I know. Neither did I. But there's more... and be careful in talking about it... even to him."

"What?" Blaise asked, almost scared.

"We had private... healing sessions, too. We both have open... sharing and the healer... she said... that... fuck," Keith swore. It felt like his heart was breaking.

"Salazar... what is it, Fawley?"

"The... healer... said that he... appears to have a muggle... syndrome."

Blaise jerked up. "He's sick?!"

"No... a mental one."

Blaise gave him a look. "Like that TPSD?"

Keith shook his head. "PTSD? No. She said it was a form of something called autism."

Blaise looked at him. He didn't know it, either. The healer had to explain it to him, too. If Zach had a proper, healthy upbringing, mind healers could have helped him before, but he was already cowed by his father to hide his problems. Fixing his difficulties in the worst possible way.

"It's a mind... disorder. He's socially awkward. He has problems talking, making eye contact, extreme reactions to stress... and he's smart but unable to do magic in front of anyone. She said that his work in the Ministry was exceptional. He can strip spells off brooms without any problem. He's so focused. The only thing that clicks with him is flying and brooms. That's all signs that he's had this underlying condition for years, if not his whole life."

"Hecate's hairy boobs... I... what does this mean?"

"It means... it just explains a lot about who he is and why he does the things he does. Making me happy was a conditioned response from his father's abuse, but his... rules? How panicked he would get if he didn't give me a blow job as soon as I got home? That he would do everything exactly the same way and excessively clean the spotless flat. He thought it all had to happen," Fawley paused, wiping the tears from his eyes. "It's hard to say what was more to blame for how he is, the syndrome, his father's abuse or my... negligence. I can't believe he's up and talking sometimes."

"You didn't abuse him, Fawley," Blaise whispered.

"No, I ignored his needs."

Blaise frowned. "You don't believe that, do you? You've always cared deeply for him. He picked you over his father, Keith. You tried to get through to him. I never even heard of that muggle condition."

Fawley twitched at his name but didn't comment. "It doesn't just affect muggles. Wizards and witches just pretend they are omnipotent. But I wish I had done it all differently."

"Me, too. Can he... be healed?"

"Not magically. It takes time. The healer was more concerned about his father's conditioning. But it's still a kick to the gonads that he's been suffering this whole time for something he can't control or comprehend. We have a lot of therapy to do. Myself included. It's a process. Getting Zach to talk... is harder than trying to catch a pixie without a wand."

"I noticed. The waiting thing worked."

Fawley nodded. He had told him to give Zach time to answer. Zach liked to consider all ramifications before speaking.

Blaise frowned but then said, "You know that letter that was sent anonymously to Harry at the end of the year?"

"Yeah, Zach sent it," Keith said.

Blaise tilted his head. "How...."

"Saw it. I know his handwriting."

"He doesn't think you know," Blaise said, flatly.

"I know. Well, we'll have plenty to talk about with the healer," Fawley said. Rowena's twat, he was just as bad as Zach in not communicating and he didn't have a good reason. Of course, he had gone along with Zach's preferences of not mentioning anything.

Blaise nodded. "I don't understand why he thought he needed to be punished more by remaining anonymous."

"I think he thought you all wouldn't believe him and, like I said, he didn't want the curse lifted. So, if you knew it was him, you might feel inclined to remove it."

"This is so... fucked up. I... want to help him. Get better, I mean."

"You did a lot for him. Stopping by. He talked in front of someone other than the healer. Maybe... you can stop by more often?"

"I'll do that. Definitely. I'll do more than visit. I'll bring you guys to all the get-togethers. I consider him my friend, now, Keith."

"He can call me Keith. You can't, Zabini," Fawley huffed.

"That's right," Zach said, coming into the room. "I showed him everything."

Fawley's mouth dropped. "You showed him... our other room?"

Neville was as white as a ghost and eyeing Keith, concerned. Obviously, he had shown them their toy room.

Zach smirked and Blaise rolled his eyes. "Thanks, Zach. Don't worry about it, boo. We don't need any of those things."

"You don't use anything?" Fawley asked.

Blaise's shoulders tensed up defensively. "I gave up that stuff a long time ago, Fawley."

Keith stared at him and nodded. He said, somberly, "Is that why you broke up with me?"

Zach looked surprised but didn't dare move. He just looked at Keith, wondering why he would say that in front of him and Neville. If he had to guess, his boyfriend/fiancée looked guilty.

Blaise shook his head. "It wasn't just that. I didn't know who I was. I didn't trust myself, and you weren't exactly shy about taking charge. You helped me overcome so many fears, and Draco really was in bad shape... but I knew that you couldn't heal me completely. You weren't my soulmate."

Neville relaxed a little and smiled. Zach did, too. Blaise obviously meant Neville. But when Zach looked into Fawley's eyes, he felt something stir in his soul, too. That feeling that they were meant to be together.

"Alright... we'll get out of your guys' hair. Thanks for dinner. I'll be in touch, Zach."

Neville and Fawley looked at him weirdly but didn't ask. They left out the front door as Fawley hated floos just as much as Blaise did. Fawley finished cleaning up from dinner, and he talked with Zach about work and the new Cleansweep until it was time to go to bed. They stripped completely for bed, like always. Zach was watching him closely, but slipped into bed and into his arms.

Fawley really wanted to know how he was doing. "So... what are you going to do with Blaise?"

"Do I have to tell you?" Zach asked, mumbled.

"No. Of course, not. I was just curious. You can have relationships or friendships outside of ours. I'm not worried or jealous. If you want to tell me, then."

"Not now... maybe one day."

"That's fine with me, honey."

Zach shuddered from the pet name. Fawley was glad that the mind healer said that he could use them. He had had separate sessions with the mind healer and she taught him how to not be as controlling and more sensitive to handling Zach's highs and lows. Zach was given more tasks to help him ease back into talking and speaking up for himself.

Fawley kissed his head. "Were you okay tonight, Zach? I'm sorry I sprang this on you."

"I'm okay... really. It was... stressful... cause of B-Blaise, but I think he...is a... friend... I guess."

He hugged him tighter. "I would never let him hurt you... or anyone for that matter."

"I know. I've known that for a long time," Zach whispered and turned his head to kiss Fawley, which he happily accepted.

Fawley broke it to look into his eyes. "Are you okay?"

"I already told you I am."

"No... I mean... after everything... I did?" he whispered, unable to keep the fear out of his voice.

Zach's eyes widened. "I've always been fine with it, Keith. I love you. I don't regret any of it."

"I hurt you," he cried.

Zach shrugged. "I like a little pain."

Fawley sighed. Their mind healer had questioned Zach a lot about it, but she gave them more safe words to use if it ever came to it. One was for confirming that he was good, and another was for stating that he was uncomfortable but okay. They already had their stop-everything word. The mind healer was glad that they had that in place already.

But after what had happened, he almost regretted introducing Zach to S&M. Instead, he asked, "Did you like the emotional pain?"

He was quiet, and Fawley remembered to wait. "It was... scary sometimes. I didn't want to lose you... but I was very happy, too."

The mind healer had gotten Zach to talk about it, grudgingly. Zach spoke more in therapy than nearly the whole year they'd been together. Speaking outside of therapy was always challenging.

"I don't want to go back to what we had before," he whispered, unable to keep the fear in his voice.

Zach nodded and settled back into his arms. He was biting his lip, which was cute, but Fawley wanted to ask him what he was thinking. While the mind healer said that he should be asking more open-ended questions and encouraging Zach to talk, she also stressed giving him time to work things out. Zach was in full "think" mode. He was assessing something, most likely deciding on the risks and benefits.

Zach seemed to make up his mind. He slowly turned, so they were face-to-face and met Fawley's lips, again. Keith reciprocated, eagerly. He was about to hold him tighter when Zach turned him onto his back. Zach boosted himself onto his lap and leaned over to kiss him more. Keith let him decide if he wanted to take it all the way. The mind healer said it would happen when it did and not to force it. He wanted Zach to be confident... to clearly state what he wanted, instead of Keith making all the choices for him.

Zach sat up and was clearly struggling with how to proceed. Keith rubbed his well-muscled legs that were straddling him, trying to encourage him to voice his opinion. He stared up at Zach and smiled, hoping the words would come out.

"Can I... Blaise s-said that you..." he started, and Fawley waited, as he always did, now. Words were always hard for him. "He...said that you... let him top, sometimes," Zach said, looking at his chest.

"You want to fuck me?" Keith asked, trying not to sound angry or amazed, but that came out of the left hoop.

"I'm sorry..." Zack backtracked.

"No! No... don't be sorry..." he said quietly, placing his hands on Zach's quads. "And yes, you can."

Zack jerked his head up, surprised. "Really?"

"Of course, my love. You're my life partner, and you have thoroughly earned the right to do so."

"But... But... you said... that you always top."

Keith reached up to cup Zach's face. "That's because I thought... you were just in it for the sex... that you didn't want me. We're behind that, now."

Zach bit his lip, again, and eventually asked, "Can we... try it... now?"

"If you want to... it's totally fine with me. There's no expectation... no rush...."

"I want to be with you. I miss... being closer..." Zach said, trembling.

"I miss you, too," he murmured.

"You'll... tell me what to do?"

"Yes, I can tell you how to do everything," he offered, trying not to smile that Zach still pretended he knew nothing about sex. Surely, Keith had prepped and fucked him enough to take notes.

"I just... I don't want to... dominate you," Zach whispered.

Fawley was pleased that Zach had used a sex term. "Okay...."

"I don't know what B-Blaise meant... that you... could... top from the bottom," he muttered, grimacing at what he had said.

Keith smiled. "It means a few things, but in this sense... I'd be telling you to... do things, even though you're the one fucking me."

Zach breathed easier and looked at him desperately. "Would-Could you?"

Fawley gently touched his cheek. "Are you sure? I trust you to do it properly."

"Maybe. I just feel so much more happier when I know what you want."

"It's not just about me," Keith said.

"Choices... make me uncomfortable. I just love when you tell what to do. I feel safe... like I don't have to figure out what to do."

Keith sighed. "I will guide you... but I can't order you around... not yet... maybe not ever."

"That's fine... I just love hearing your voice."

"Zach? I love your voice just as much."

Zach blushed and kissed him. "We can do this... I want to have this part of our lives, again."

"I do, too... and I'm glad you want to take this step. And as always... I have to reinforce that you don't have to do this."

"I know... I always knew that. I'm just sorry that it took forever to get here."

"Well... a little communication goes a long way..." Keith said, with a laugh and kissed Zach, again.

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