I ran my hand up Justin’s arm and cupped it behind his neck. I kissed along his jaw, and put my mouth at his ear. “I want to tie you up.”

His breathing changed when I said it, and I could feel the heat in his cheek, pressed against mine.

He didn’t say anything for a minute. “Okay.” He barely breathed it.

It's all about trust.

Justin moaned again, and I pulled my finger out and slapped him across the ass. I saw a jolt of surprise run through him, and he pulled his ass away, then arched it back towards my hand. I slapped him again, hard, right across the come-smeared red mark on his ass cheek, and he moaned. I told him, “Quiet,” and he turned his head and pressed his face into the mattress.

I reached up and firmly turned his head back, and told him to open his eyes. He took in a shuddering breath through his nose, and nodded. I bent down and kissed his neck, and started licking my come off his back, and then sat back up and smacked his ass again, this time on the other side. He didn’t make a sound, and he didn’t move.

Yeah. Trust. Is it getting warm in here?

Sweat had broken out on his forehead and neck, and in a light sheen across his back and shoulders. I prodded at his prostate with the head of the dildo, and saw his balls pull up, and right at that moment I flipped the switch on the dildo. The vibrations started just as I pressed it hard against his prostate, and he almost screamed behind the gag. He started to come, shooting all over his chest and belly, and the bed underneath him.

Fuck. *is ded*

“How is dear old mom?” He finished his beer and tossed the bottle into the recycling bin.

“She’s a little pissed.”

He raised an eyebrow. “About….”

I held up my left hand. “She wanted to know if we eloped.”

He laughed. “What did you tell her?”

“I told her it was a small, private ceremony, just you and me.”

“What did she say to that?”

“Not to expect a gift.” I grinned at him.

He nodded. “I really like your mother.”

“You know, she really likes you, too.”

He walked over to me and put his arms over my shoulders, and touched his forehead to mine for a second. “What’s not to like? Any mother would be thrilled to have me marry her only son.”

I snorted. “Skipping over the early years.”

He kissed me. “Of course. I always skip those when I’m talking to your mom, otherwise it’s just too weird.”

LMAO So many of these moments.

He snorted. “Rage has to risk losing everything, even his own life, and JT and Zephyr’s lives, on a hunch.”

“It’s more than a hunch, he’d seen the zombies fall when his mind control faltered for a minute. He knew that his mind control energy must have been what was powering the reanimation. He was operating on a deeper, super-hero level of intuition.”

“A hunch.”

“Whatever. It worked.” I took my beer back, but the bottle was empty.

“And his previously-vanquished enemies, they’re all permanently dead now, right?”

I laughed and got up to get another beer. “I promise.”

I was going to ask if the thread regarding Daphne's thesis were going to be revisited. Reading that, I suppose it was. Banishing the demons by exposing them to the light, as it were. They won't ever really be gone, but they can be faced without fear.