[There. Steve saw the flash in the man's eyes, heard the stifled gasp and his hands froze. He made a note of the exact tension in his muscles and relaxed both hands, rubbing the injured muscles instead. Steve snorted again and lifted one hand from James' leg to his groin, groping rather blindly just to play.]


No, I don't think it's special at all, and I know it doesn't scare you. I bet it does excite you though. Just imagine how many times I've done those unspeakable things, and how good I am at them . . .


[Part of him liked the pain play, liked it a lot. He didn't often get an outlet for his darkness, especially not one who seemed so eager for it. But it also made him sick to indulge something he knew he should be fighting against. He was a good man, and yet . . .

Steve straightened and lifted both hands, sliding them over James' belly and upward over the man's chest, rucking up his clothing with no regard for how annoying it might feel, bunching the fabric to expose skin he didn't touch. His hands stopped just above James' collarbones, his fingers stroking the livid bruises he'd left on the delicate column as he smirked down at the man, pressing down just a little with the heels of his hands to make breathing a bit difficult.]


Tell me James. What do you really want me to do now? Give you some more bruises? Strip you? Something else entirely?