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“You seem distracted.” Lawrence stated. Adam had been with him in the couch for the past hour with a movie that's been playing for apparently no reason; the younger male's eyes seemed to be everywhere but the television.

“Sorry, just not used to living in a place like this,” Adam explained. All his life, or at least, for as long as he could remember, he has never lived in a home nearly as decent as Lawrence's. Always living in 'shithole' efficiencies and small apartments, this new home was almost like living in a whole different world to him.

The blond laughed lightly at the response. He wasn't sure how or why he developed these feelings for the young man. Had it be anyone else, and he would just look down on that person's lack of accomplishes. Before the incident with Jigsaw, that's how he was with people in the same “class” as Adam. It was just one of those things he did to make himself feel like he was on top of the world, when really, he was almost like a robot. That all changed though, in that one day in the bathroom. Not only did it permanently affect his physical mobility, giving him an artificial foot and cane to walk with, but it gave him a new friend in the process.

They never lost touch after the incident, rather, it seemed like they grew closer and closer every day. Alison noticed the changes in his personality, and for the better. Now, he doesn't pretend that he's happy; his true smiles show that. Unfortunately, even with that, nothing could help their already breaking relationship, thus resulted in a divorce in the end. Lawrence was able to keep the house due to the fact it was paid mostly with his own money, so that was good for him. The negative side of that was that he's not able to see his daughter as much as he'd like to; seeing her every two weeks wasn't the same as before.

Soon after the divorce, Adam being Adam, offered to buy drinks for himself and the doctor; however, that didn't exactly go as planned...

–

“Whoa, Adam!” The doctor's eyes widened at the plastic bags of beer the photographer came in with, “That's a bit much, don't you think?”

“Ehh, it's nothing,” he shrugged.

“Do I need to mention that I don't drink unless it's some special occasion?”

“Ahh, but this is a special occasion, Larry!” Adam said with a playful grin, already placing the bags on the small dining table of his apartment and grabbing two glass bottles, “It's 'Cheer Up and Have a Fucking Drink Day'!”

Lawrence had to laugh and grab the bottle Adam offered, I guess it wouldn't hurt if I drank today.

The moment Adam took his first sip, something dawned on his mind that formed a different smile on his face, “I just remembered something!”

“What's that?” the blond looked him over from the couch. Rather than an actual response, the black-haired male dashed to his bedroom, leaving his full bottle of beer on the table. Not long after did Adam return with a long brown paper bag.

“One of my clients payed me with this for the pictures I took for him,” Adam explained as he reached into the bag to take out what was inside, “I've been meaning to cash it in, but I figured I should save it for whenever I may want it. Good thing I did, too!”

Lawrence's face dropped. Someone had paid a voyeur with a huge bottle of premium strong liquor that wasn't exactly cheap, “Holy...First, a fired detective pays you two hundred dollars a night to take shots of me, and now that?! I should really take a look at your other pictures soon!”

“That can wait!” Adam waved at him.

“Are you really going to show them to me?” Lawrence cocked an eyebrow. He wasn't expecting Adam to be so...calm and accepting at the idea.

“Yeah, why the hell not?” the younger said, pouring the expensive liquor into two glass cups, “You've already seen the ones I took of you anyways, so it's not like I have to keep it a secret.”

“Hmm, alright then.”

An hour passed of having degrading conversations as they got more and more drunk. Adam began to talk a whole bunch of nonsense before collapsing on the armrest of the couch; oddly enough, he didn't pass out. He just got really tired from all the drinks. Lawrence, on the other hand, just sat on his end of the couch with his head resting on one hand with a half-full bottle on the other, his headache growing worse by the second; he did have his own small talking session about how sad he was about not seeing Diana every day and how he'd be going home to an empty house earlier. Lucky for him that he wasn't going to take a morning shift the next day. How professional would a surgeon be coming to the hospital with a hangover?

By this point, all the glass bottles were laid and spread all over the floor, empty. The huge premium liquor was hardly even reaching three quarters full; they at least knew not to consume so much of that at once. Especially for Adam, who is a heavy smoker as it is.

I will have to sleep on the couch tonight. There's no way I can drive back home like this. He then looked over at Adam. Either he goes to bed on his own or he's sleeping on the couch with me or something, because I cannot take him there like this. I don't think I can walk on my cane and drag him there in this state. In his mind, he didn't mind sleeping on the couch with Adam. The photographer was thin enough to share it with him. There was also the hidden fact that he liked him more than a good friend...

“So then that punk bitch just ran out the door,” Adam muttered, continuing from where he left off in his mindless drunk blabbering, “She was angry and pissed and shit, but she said I was the one like that. What was she on, man?”

The blond shrugged, taking the last gulp of his drink before dropping the empty glass container on the floor with the rest. He then leaned back on the couch and looked dozily over at Adam, whose eyes were half shut, face was flustered, and let out a hiccup at that moment.

Cute... Lawrence tried to keep those thoughts out of his mind. And normally, that could be easy, but at this state, he couldn't. So the only thing he could do was to allow his thoughts take the best of him.

“Hey Larry?” Adam said and hiccuped again.

“Hmm?”

Before the blond knew it, Adam wrapped his scrawny arms around his waist in a way that seemed like he's been wanting to do it for a long time...in a way that Lawrence had been craving to get from him. The photographer then snuggled his nose on his neck.

“I really love you,” the black-haired male said before another hiccup, “Really, I dooo...”

If he were sober, Lawrence would be shocked in place, unsure what to do or think. But he wasn't sober; the alcohol in him kept him from thinking straight, kept him from thinking before acting...kept him from thinking before he gave Adam a one-arm embrace while he had his free hand on the back of his neck, claiming Adam's lips.

Adam was the first to wake up that morning. He was confused to find that he was on the floor with a heavy head, feeling...bare? Not only did he feel his naked skin on the floor, but he felt something around his waist. It felt like...an arm?! He didn't have the energy to panic, so he just looked back to see—the blind pain on his rear throbbing. He hissed from the unexpected pain.

He tried to think back what happened the previous night, but there was only so much he could remember. I remember drinking...and having the most annoying hiccups...

As if his limbs grew a mind of its own, Adam's legs got him up, ignoring the drilling sensation in his head and rear end. This action caused Lawrence's arm to fall flat on the ground, making him stir. Adam was too dazed to care where his feet was taking him. He stopped in front of the toilet in his bathroom and without a second thought, he threw up the components from his stomach.

“Damn,” he said lowly to himself. He waited to see if his stomach is about to throw out more. After a spitting out a few more of what his stomach is giving out, he limped out of the bathroom and back to the living room where Lawrence was coming to. He grabbed the paper bag that used to hold the strong liquor and tossed it to the doctor, “Here, you might need this.”

Lawrence furrowed his eyebrows at what Adam tossed him. Why would...He got his answer quickly when something was about to come out from the back of his throat; it came out of his mouth and to the bag. He was saved from the embarrassment of throwing up all over the floor.

“But...how did you—” he trailed off as he found things more confusing than Adam knowing he was about to puke. Why was he sleeping on the floor naked? Why is Adam naked and putting on the clothes that was all over the floor? Why was his own clothes in that pile? Those questions summed up the single possible answer in his aching mind, “Adam, don't tell me that we just...”

“We did,” Adam said in a calm matter, much to Lawrence's surprise.

“You're taking this rather lightly,” the older remarked when Adam handed him his clothes.

“I already freaked out when I woke up and when I was puking in the bathroom,” he tried to hold back a wince as he attempted to put on his clothes, but couldn't.

Cute... Once he thought that, something hit him. The last thing he could think about last night was thinking that word while looking at the younger male, Oh...I couldn't have...No, I couldn't have done that!

“Don't you remember anything, Adam?”

“I remember having the hiccups,” Adam tried to think back once more. He had the hiccups alright...But what else? If we did it, then can that mean...I didn't tell him that, did I?!

“Did I...I mean, any one of us say anything, or at least have done something that got us to...you know?” The younger suggested, unsure of the words to use for his question.

“I don't—” Lawrence attempted to get up by putting weight on the couch, but was trailed off by how sticky the couch was from white substances. He then took a second look on the floor. That same white substance was all over the floor from where they fell asleep.

“What is it?”

“Did you look at the couch? The floor?”

“No...” Adam pulled down his shirt and walked carefully to where Lawrence was; he hadn't taken aspirins yet, so his headache was still aching as it was, “Jesus Christ...I can't clean that up.”

“Relax, you will,” Lawrence assured to the younger, as he pulled on his pants over his boxers on the couch, cautious with his artificial foot like he always has been, “It can take a while, but it should come off one way or another. Now, about last night...”

In their individual minds, each believe that they must have either forced the other to sex or rape. But considering how the other is acting, both of them doubted their theories. As they thought about it...There was only one other possible explanation for this.

“Larry?” Adam was the first to speak, but not daring to look at the blond in the eyes.

“Yeah?”

Adam mentally prepared himself to say what he wanted to say, “Do you...like me?”

“Adam, come over here.”

He did what the doctor told him to do; he couldn't sit next to him on the couch however. The pain on his rear has only recovered slightly. Because of this, he just knelt on floor in front of him. He had prepared himself to ask the doctor if he liked him, but he didn't prepare himself for his lips to meet Lawrence's. He didn't push him off. How could he? This was what he wanted after all.

Lawrence pulled back to see that Adam's eyes were opening; he had them closed as he was welcoming the kiss, “Does that answer your question?”

Adam responded by grabbing the older by the shoulder and kissing him back hungrily.

–


“Let's go to bed,” Lawrence turned off the television, giving the only source of light being a streetlight giving off from a nearby window. He reached for his cane, waiting for another joke from Adam about him turning into a feeble and old man.

Adam did talk, but it wasn't what he was expecting, “Hey Larry?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you love me?” Right after he asked this, he regretted it; that was a stupid question.

“What kind of question is that?” Lawrence tried not to show any signs of laughter. Good for him that it was too dark for Adam to see his helpless grin.

“Never mind, I never said anything,” He knew he asked a stupid question, but it wasn't without reason. Adam always wonders if Lawrence loves him for real, even when there is nothing he could find that says otherwise.

Lawrence is king of the world. He is (or was) a man with a family and a job that isn't earned by just anyone. I'm just a guy who takes pictures and smokes two packs of cigarettes a day for a living. On top of that, I ruin other people's lives and personal life with my camera to earn money. Do I really deserve him...? Because I'm sure he doesn't deserve me.

Lawrence's grin faded as the they walked—or in his case, limped to the bedroom, “Hey Adam?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you doubting us?”

Immediately, Adam regretted asking that dumb question earlier even more, “No way, I wouldn't doubt us!”

“Then why did you ask that earlier?” Lawrence opened the bedroom door as he asked.

Adam shrugged, despite Lawrence wasn't able to see that in the dark, “I don't know...it just sort of blurted out on its own.”

Lawrence had turn on the lights to their bedroom when they entered; he grabbed Adam from his chin as soon as he did so that the younger would have no choice but to look at him in the eyes, “That doesn't come out on its own, Adam. You're not fooling anyone. Now tell me, why did you ask that?”

–

“You like it like this, don't you?” Lawrence whispered in Adam's ear. He received a mumble from the gag as a response, but he knew from the look on Adam's face and body language that he did, “Who knew being tied up like this would ease your conscience...especially after that whole Jigsaw ordeal, one would think being restrained would be the last thing you wanted.”

Adam tried to struggle from his handcuffed wrists behind his back. Not because he wasn't enjoying this, he really was; he just wants Lawrence to stop talking and have him already!

“That's not going to help,” Lawrence continued to whisper, his finger tracing Adam's ear to his neck to his shoulder, slowly and lightly, “What difference would it make if I don't torture you like this? We'd might as well go back to the normal sex routine like we always do.”

Fuck Larry, you can't be serious... Adam could only think that; the red ball gag prevented him from saying anything further than mumbling, This sucks, not only can I not move my hands or talk, but I can't fucking SEE what he is doing either!

That was the truth. He couldn't move, see, or speak. He could not beg for Lawrence for release. He could not see what the older is planning to do until it was too late. He could not bring Lawrence down to his level for a kiss. The collar around his neck meant that he was willing to submit to him, allow him to do as he pleases with him.

Lawrence's fingertips traveled Adam's chest with a slow, gentle touch that made the younger muffle more unknown words, presumably trying to say not to be so gentle when he is helpless. Soon after, Adam felt that tingling breath on his ear again, sending shivers down his spine. He didn't pay much mind to the sound of a belt unbuckling until the blond began to talk again.

“Adam, if you don't cooperate, I will be left with no other choice but to punish you,” Lawrence informed, whipping the floor next to Adam with the belt to show him what he meant, causing the younger to wince at the sudden loudness.

Knowing that Adam understood, Lawrence lets go of the belt, keeping it on the side for later as he trailed light kisses above his cheek to his neck, right above his collar. Adam moaned loudly as Lawrence's teeth bit him hard, nibbling on that spot. He was unsure if the warm liquid there was the blond's saliva or his own blood.

As soon as he felt the copper taste of Adam's blood on his tongue, Lawrence stopped using his teeth, tenderly sucking on the small wound on his neck, loving the taste of blood and skin. Adam moaned in the gag at this, throwing his head slightly back and feeling heat down to his lower body.

Dammit Larry, that hickey is too fucking high for me to hide it! As Adam tried to say that within gag, the doctor grabbed his belt and whipped the younger five times on his chest, avoiding his scarred shoulder. Adam's screams were quietened by the gag, but Lawrence knew Adam was enjoying this even more.

Once he saw the marks that were made, he took a look at his slave. He started feeling a mixture of disappointment and confident when he saw how dark the black-haired male's face was, but he could only see just that.

“Should I remove the blindfold?” he asked out loud, “I hate not looking into your eyes like this.”

Yes! If just the blindfold at least!

After thinking about it for a moment, he spoke again, “No, I shouldn't. It would be less fun without surprises. Besides, we've barely just begun.”

As Lawrence straddled him down, feeling his erected member touching his with just two pairs of thin leather pants getting in the way, Adam could only think, Fuck, so much for wishful thinking...

The familiar slow, light touch was on his chest again, but this time, it made its way to one of Adam's nipples. Said photographer tried to keep his breathing steady, unsure of what was coming. He got his answer rather quickly when the blond roughly squeezed him. He arched him back, moaning into the gag. Lawrence couldn't keep back his sadistic smile at Adam's reaction, as well as the erection beneath getting noticeably harder.

“You're loving this, I can tell,” he said in his usual, calm voice; Adam was able to hear a hint of sadism in it. He couldn't squirm in denial, because there was no denying it. He really was loving this, and his master knew him well enough to see that.

The younger failed to keep his breath steady when Lawrence continued to fondle with the hardened nipple. The blond was loving this, he was relieved that Adam wasn't able to his smile uncontrollably becoming more sinister. Lawrence bent down to the younger male's other nipple, not letting go of the occupied one. Adam was clueless to this until he found weight being put on his upper body and felt the blond's mouth over the untouched, and right away, he knew what was coming.

He arched his back once again, letting out another muffled cry. Lawrence embraced him with his free arm, his hand resting on Adam's lower back. The photographer can feel himself getting harder, and so is the doctor.

Much to Adam's dismay, Lawrence lets him go earlier than desired, his hand still on his lower back, “What? You think what I said about torturing you earlier was a lie?”

Fuck, Larry! Fuck! FUCK! he whined in words the older couldn't understand. Lawrence took hold of the belt again, folded it, and whipped Adam three more times. But he didn't stay quiet. Instead, he whined and cried out even louder, I want to get these handcuffs off me and have HIM!

“You're making this very difficult, Adam,” nothing more was said as he resumed to whip him with the belt until he stayed quiet, but knowing not to hit the scar on his shoulder. His pleasured cries were eventually silenced when Lawrence stopped whipping him.

“You were starting to like that, weren't you?”

“Hmph,” was all he could say that can sum up what he was thinking.

Not once wiping off that smile off his face, Lawrence untied the blindfold off Adam to search his answer, meeting his eyes for the first time since starting this. His eyes were in a way he hasn't seen very often. There was joy and lust with a hint of anger in them. He had an idea why that was.

“You want to be on top? Do you want me to submit to you?”

His expression didn't change a bit, The answer should be obvious!

“That can wait another time,” Lawrence said simply as he leaned to put the blindfold back on Adam. But the younger refused to be blinded again, not after he was just able to see again. For that, he moved his head out of the way, looking at the blond firmly.

“Stubborn, are we?”

“Hmph!” Adam repeated, but with stronger emphasis. There was no joy in his eyes anymore; just lust and anger, in contrast with Lawrence's sadistic happiness.

“You leave me with no other option then,” his hand was on Adam's lower stomach, moving down to where he was getting harder in. That hand slowly moved inside his leather pants and clutched him tightly. Adam cried at this, his face dark red, and all anger in his eyes were erased, and in a swift moment, Lawrence blindfolded him again.

Damn!

Lawrence removed Adam's leather pants, as well as his own, before whispering into his ear again, “You've been stubborn and misbehaving throughout all this, Adam. So I am just going to torment you even more.”

The younger struggled with his bonds again, moving the back of his head on the floor in attempt to remove the gag and blindfold, but with no avail.

“That won't work,” the blond said, his hand on the younger male's member once again. Adam froze, not knowing what to expect. His low moan morphed into a loud yell as Lawrence stroke him ever so slowly with his thumb, “This is what you get.”

His strokes progressively got slower and slower; Adam's cries were getting louder by the minute just as his face was getting darker. Lawrence's grin grew seeing this, feeling Adam getting unbelievably harder by the touch.

The fact he couldn't see the photographer's eyes was becoming agony for him, so he took off the blindfold with his free hand. His sadistic smile turned into that of satisfaction; his eyes were full of love, lust, but at the same time, distress. Lawrence knew he didn't need to ask him what he wanted. At this, his strokes became faster and faster, causing Adam to spasm, screaming what he wanted, not caring whether it was comprehensive or not.

Have me already! I want it! So fucking badly!

Lawrence looked at him again. He was begging for it, “Should I give it to you?” Adam nodded vigorously, not caring how dumb he should feel about surrendering. He wants it, and he wants it now!

The blond rolled him over on his stomach, and fingered the tight entrance. Adam squirmed at this. Lawrence wouldn't let Adam know of this, but his own erection was driving him crazy that he had to insert another finger after another to get this done. Adam was surprised by the fast pace Lawrence suddenly took, but he didn't mind at all as he kept on moaning and screaming.

Lawrence couldn't take it anymore. He quickly removed his fingers and entered him right away. Adam screamed by how fast the older had entered.

That cannot do anymore! Lawrence thought insanely to himself, referring to how the gag just muffled Adam's pleasured cry that he loved hearing so much, bastard red ball! He threw all rational thinking out the window as he took the ball gag from the back of Adam's head and yanked it off. The photographer winced and became puzzled at this.

“Larry, what the—!” he trailed off with an obviously much louder scream as the blond thrust into him, hard.

So much better! Lawrence thought happily to himself as he thrust further and further inside the younger.

Normally, Adam would clutch onto a pillow, a sheet, or anything in this situation. But because his hands were still bonded, the only thing he could do was to clench his fists until he was bleeding from his palms. Finally, with a final thrust, they both reached their wanted orgasms, Lawrence giving a long, final loud moan in unison with Adam yelled his name.

Lawrence got off Adam and sat next to him, gasping for air, as was the younger. It was over.

“La...Larry?” Adam managed to say between heavy breaths.

“Yeah?”

“Can you...take this off me?” he moved his hands, telling him to remove the handcuffs.

Lawrence looked around for a moment; he knew he tossed that key somewhere around here...he found it laying on the floor next to him, so he was happy that he needn't to walk. He removed the handcuffs as requested. Adam weakly got up to his knees the best he could and hugged the older male. The doctor kissed the top of his head, “Is your conscience satisfied?”

“I guess so,” Adam admittedly had forgotten the purpose of what they were doing. It was that overwhelming.

The blond took Adam's chin and raised his head so he could give a light peck on his lips, “I love you.”

Adam pouted, grabbed him by the shoulder, and kissed him passionately before letting go and showed him his grin, “I love you, too, you masochist.”