The kid was too good when he was so weak to the darker stuff. Steve was putty in Kavinsky's hands and glad of it. He whimpered when those claws dug into his cheeks and the blood welled up. Was there anything better? The kiss was and he tried to lean into it, to make it last longer, but he heard the lock go and his breath left him in a rush of regret.

The things they could have done . . .

When Kavinsky slipped away Steve collapsed, shaking and gasping on the table as the kid sauntered out. Steve watched with a faint smile, not sure when he gotten his wires crossed so badly he'd be able to crave what they'd just done.

"Bastard."