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Tom trailed his lips down Avery’s neck, sucking the skin, leaving a trail of welts. He clawed at Avery’s shirt, ripping it open to expose Avery’s pale chest. Tom bent over Avery, now straddling the boy. He breathed lightly over his lips, keeping himself inches away from a kiss. He could feel Avery squirming beneath him, wanting more, he waited, seeing how long it would take the boy to lean into the kiss. He wanted obedience, he wanted loyalty, but he had to be brave as well, he had to know how to take what he wanted when he wanted it. “I won’t always give you what you want Avrey.” Tom hissed. “Sometimes you’ll have to take it for yourself.”

Avery moaned as each knew mark made itself at home on his body.  It was too good, so good, gods.  Tom.  He murmured the name but it was so soft it was almost silent. He squirmed beneath Tom, his hands straying from Tom’s back to run up and down surprisingly muscled arms.  Once Tom was truly straddling him he fought to keep from raising his hips and dragging his hard on against Tom.  He knew he should be feeling some shame now, shame he had felt before, but the little edge of pain kept everything heightened and everything sharp.  Tom was telling him he would sometimes have to take what he wanted, and if that pain hadn’t been there keeping all his senses focused, he might not have been able to obliged Tom in this.  As it was, he ran one hand into Tom’s lush hair and leaned up running his tongue along Tom’s bottom lip before pulling it into his mouth and sucking.

Tom gasped into the kiss. He loved the pull of Avery’s hand in his hair, he loved being desired. Tom ground his hips down against Avery, feeling how hard the other boy had become made a smirk slip into his lips, despite the kisses. Tom was thinking suddenly about all the things a servant should do for his master, when had he ever though of anything beyond his own desire for power, this wasn’t quite just about power, not if he wanted Avery to fight him back, he did too, he wanted Avery to try and control him, and he wanted to let the boy think he’d done it, like the kiss, and then fuck him senseless, leave his body bruised and stinging pleasantly. Tom jerked his hips hard against Avery, feeling himself grow hard he groaned and bit Avery’s lip hard.

Avery threw himself into kissing Tom.  It felt amazing.  Tom tasted like everything Avery never could find in anyone but had always wanted.  He also tasted like danger.  Straight up, neat.  Undiluted danger, and Avery wanted to worship every inch of his body for letting him this close to it.  When Tom moved against his dick he responded in kind, rolling his hips instinctively.  The contact was amazing.  It was electric.  Avery lifted himself to a sitting position and wrapped his arms around Tom, completely forgetting any thoughts of what was or was not permissible.  All he knew was that he needed more of Tom and Tom was right here.  He ripped open Tom’s shirt and ran his tongue from Tom’s mouth to his nipple where he closed his mouth and sucked hard. 

Tom growled with excitement, he fell back against the pillows, Pulling Avery on top of him. If they boy wanted to worship his body, Tom had no complaints, normally the idea of someone else marking his body disgusted him, but Avery wore his mark, and had taken it with all the agony, so Tom would accept any marks of pure pleasure that the boy dealt, at least, this time. He fisted his hands in Avery’s hair, tugging painfully, he let Avery have a touch more of the pain that thrummed between them, letting him have enough that he could taste it on his tongue, the tongue that lathed over Tom’s own body.

Avery lay atop Tom, sucking first one nipple then the other.  The new level of pain only heightened his senses further.  He was slowly burning up and he didn’t even know it.  It was a dangerous game he played and he played without ever learning the rules.  Tom thrummed with power beneath his hands, beneath his lips, and all around him.  Avery took a moment to nibble lower, biting gently, sucking there, nipping here, down to Tom’s navel and back up to his neck.  He couldn’t get enough.  Avery’s hands ran over Tom’s body in obvious worship.  Tom was fantastic in every way and Avery knew he would never be satisfied, nothing could ever be enough.  He wound up kissing Tom again while he ran his nails down one of Tom’s arms, further pulling back his torn shirt.

Tom hissed with each bite, his hand tugged at Avery’s hair. Feeling Avery’s obvious worship of his body sent tingles up Tom’s spine. He kissed the boy hard ad Avery tore of his shirt. Tom dragged Avery’s lips away from his own and watched as the boy licked his lips with eyes blown wide. “Serve me Avery.” Tom said thrusting up against Avery. As Avery’s hands trailed down his body Tom tugged his hair hard. The boy cried out. “With your lips, and your tongue.” Tom said smirking. He released Avery and let his own head fall back on the pillows.

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Tom trailed his lips down Avery’s neck, sucking the skin, leaving a trail of welts. He clawed at Avery’s shirt, ripping it open to expose Avery’s pale chest. Tom bent over Avery, now straddling the boy. He breathed lightly over his lips, keeping himself inches away from a kiss. He could feel Avery squirming beneath him, wanting more, he waited, seeing how long it would take the boy to lean into the kiss. He wanted obedience, he wanted loyalty, but he had to be brave as well, he had to know how to take what he wanted when he wanted it. “I won’t always give you what you want Avrey.” Tom hissed. “Sometimes you’ll have to take it for yourself.”

Avery moaned as each knew mark made itself at home on his body.  It was too good, so good, gods.  Tom.  He murmured the name but it was so soft it was almost silent. He squirmed beneath Tom, his hands straying from Tom’s back to run up and down surprisingly muscled arms.  Once Tom was truly straddling him he fought to keep from raising his hips and dragging his hard on against Tom.  He knew he should be feeling some shame now, shame he had felt before, but the little edge of pain kept everything heightened and everything sharp.  Tom was telling him he would sometimes have to take what he wanted, and if that pain hadn’t been there keeping all his senses focused, he might not have been able to obliged Tom in this.  As it was, he ran one hand into Tom’s lush hair and leaned up running his tongue along Tom’s bottom lip before pulling it into his mouth and sucking.

Tom gasped into the kiss. He loved the pull of Avery’s hand in his hair, he loved being desired. Tom ground his hips down against Avery, feeling how hard the other boy had become made a smirk slip into his lips, despite the kisses. Tom was thinking suddenly about all the things a servant should do for his master, when had he ever though of anything beyond his own desire for power, this wasn’t quite just about power, not if he wanted Avery to fight him back, he did too, he wanted Avery to try and control him, and he wanted to let the boy think he’d done it, like the kiss, and then fuck him senseless, leave his body bruised and stinging pleasantly. Tom jerked his hips hard against Avery, feeling himself grow hard he groaned and bit Avery’s lip hard.

Avery threw himself into kissing Tom.  It felt amazing.  Tom tasted like everything Avery never could find in anyone but had always wanted.  He also tasted like danger.  Straight up, neat.  Undiluted danger, and Avery wanted to worship every inch of his body for letting him this close to it.  When Tom moved against his dick he responded in kind, rolling his hips instinctively.  The contact was amazing.  It was electric.  Avery lifted himself to a sitting position and wrapped his arms around Tom, completely forgetting any thoughts of what was or was not permissible.  All he knew was that he needed more of Tom and Tom was right here.  He ripped open Tom’s shirt and ran his tongue from Tom’s mouth to his nipple where he closed his mouth and sucked hard. 

Tom growled with excitement, he fell back against the pillows, Pulling Avery on top of him. If they boy wanted to worship his body, Tom had no complaints, normally the idea of someone else marking his body disgusted him, but Avery wore his mark, and had taken it with all the agony, so Tom would accept any marks of pure pleasure that the boy dealt, at least, this time. He fisted his hands in Avery’s hair, tugging painfully, he let Avery have a touch more of the pain that thrummed between them, letting him have enough that he could taste it on his tongue, the tongue that lathed over Tom’s own body.

Tom trailed his lips down Avery’s neck, sucking the skin, leaving a trail of welts. He clawed at Avery’s shirt, ripping it open to expose Avery’s pale chest. Tom bent over Avery, now straddling the boy. He breathed lightly over his lips, keeping himself inches away from a kiss. He could feel Avery squirming beneath him, wanting more, he waited, seeing how long it would take the boy to lean into the kiss. He wanted obedience, he wanted loyalty, but he had to be brave as well, he had to know how to take what he wanted when he wanted it. “I won’t always give you what you want Avrey.” Tom hissed. “Sometimes you’ll have to take it for yourself.”

Avery moaned as each knew mark made itself at home on his body.  It was too good, so good, gods.  Tom.  He murmured the name but it was so soft it was almost silent. He squirmed beneath Tom, his hands straying from Tom’s back to run up and down surprisingly muscled arms.  Once Tom was truly straddling him he fought to keep from raising his hips and dragging his hard on against Tom.  He knew he should be feeling some shame now, shame he had felt before, but the little edge of pain kept everything heightened and everything sharp.  Tom was telling him he would sometimes have to take what he wanted, and if that pain hadn’t been there keeping all his senses focused, he might not have been able to obliged Tom in this.  As it was, he ran one hand into Tom’s lush hair and leaned up running his tongue along Tom’s bottom lip before pulling it into his mouth and sucking.

Tom gasped into the kiss. He loved the pull of Avery’s hand in his hair, he loved being desired. Tom ground his hips down against Avery, feeling how hard the other boy had become made a smirk slip into his lips, despite the kisses. Tom was thinking suddenly about all the things a servant should do for his master, when had he ever though of anything beyond his own desire for power, this wasn’t quite just about power, not if he wanted Avery to fight him back, he did too, he wanted Avery to try and control him, and he wanted to let the boy think he’d done it, like the kiss, and then fuck him senseless, leave his body bruised and stinging pleasantly. Tom jerked his hips hard against Avery, feeling himself grow hard he groaned and bit Avery’s lip hard.

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Avery did as he was asked and he laid down on the bed on his side.  Avery understood this for what it was but it didn’t stop him from feeling excited for several reasons.  If this could in some way be used for his master’s benefit then he was glad of it.  The pain came swiftly and it twisted his face and stole away his breath.  The pain subsided but it left a sort of after taste in Avery’s mind.  That was the only way he could describe it.  “I did.”  He answered looking over as Tom climbed back into the bed.

Tom smirked and crossed his arms behind his head. “Did you like it Avery?” Tom grinned. “That is the price for power sometimes, it might hurt you to serve, but remember that your master suffers the most for his own rewards.” Tom closed his eyes and reached out to trace the mark on Avery’s wrist. He didn’t need to see the boy to know where it was, his fingertips were drown to it.

Avery sucked in his breath at Tom’ question.  He did like it.  Was it shameful to admit it?  Should he suffer more in silence?  “I do like it.”  He admitted, his eyes sliding shut against the shame.  “Does ti help you?”  He asked after Tom had been quiet for a time.  Tom’s fingers burned against his wrist, but it too was pleasant in it’s own way.  He needed the burn, the pain.  He felt more alive tonight than any night previous.

Hearing Avery liked it Tom sat up a bit, propping himself on his elbow, he reached out in his mind to feel Avery, the boy felt only excitement. Tom let him have it, if he enjoyed the agony, why not? It was easier to give it all to Avery, all the pain, when they were touching. He watched Avery go stiff from the pain, his back straight arms tensed. There was something about Avery’s suffering that pleased Tom. He leaned over the small boy, feeling Avery’s excitement withing him wanting this, pulling at him, it was as if Avery wanted their lips together, their bodies pressed hard and close, and Tom could feel it, he wasn’t sure if he wanted it or Avery did, but he bent down and kissed him, lips soft at first then parting, tongue sliding against Avery’s own.

Avery felt his back straighten and come off the bed when the pain hit him again.  It was like white lightening in his veins.  He wanted to look at Tom, to see if he could determine if Tom was pleased or not, but his eyes shut tight as if to shut out the pain.  Avery bit his tongue against the cry that threatened to escape and shame him in from of his master.  He suffered in silence, his only hope that Tom felt no pain right now and was therefore finding him of greater use than he had originally planned.  Then Tom’s lips were on his and there was something else running through him mixing in with the white hot pain.  Tom.  It was pleasure.  He couldn’t feel it the same way he’d felt before.  This was sharp.  Like the edge of a blade.  Like a burn put on ice.  It hurts and feels so good all at once.  His tongue tangled with Tom’s in needy fashion and he whimpered in spite of his efforts.

With Avery whimpering beneath him, and Tom’s own emotions not quite his, Tom tried to let his bond with Avery shift, he took back some of the pain, not so much as before, but enough that neither would be senselessly fighting it. He still wanted Avery though, that much hadn’t changed as he had thought, some of that pull must have belonged to Tom. Tom deepened their kiss, burring a hand in Avery’s soft hair, pulling his head back to his head back with a hiss as he bent to bite his neck, leaving a red mark barely bellow the collar of his shirt.

Avery felt the bit of relief that came when Tom pulled back some of his pain.  He had to swallow then so he wouldn’t break the kiss and beg for it back.  He could stand the pain.  He hoped Tom could tell he was more than willing, more than capable of doing whatever he needed to do.  Still with the burning in his veins dialed down he could feel the burning elsewhere and it was searing just as hot and just as present.  His arms went to Tom’s shoulder’s, fisting in Tom’s shirt to avoid pulling him closer.  His mouth opened in sudden surprise as Tom left him and went to bite his neck.  Oh Merlin help him, more marks.  Avery knew that later he would look at this one in the mirror and grow hard just from the memory. He fell back onto his back and ran fevered hands up and down Tom’s back.  Never pushing only seeking.

Tom trailed his lips down Avery’s neck, sucking the skin, leaving a trail of welts. He clawed at Avery’s shirt, ripping it open to expose Avery’s pale chest. Tom bent over Avery, now straddling the boy. He breathed lightly over his lips, keeping himself inches away from a kiss. He could feel Avery squirming beneath him, wanting more, he waited, seeing how long it would take the boy to lean into the kiss. He wanted obedience, he wanted loyalty, but he had to be brave as well, he had to know how to take what he wanted when he wanted it. “I won’t always give you what you want Avrey.” Tom hissed. “Sometimes you’ll have to take it for yourself.”

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Tom licked slowly up Avery’s wrist, his tongue slick with saliva and Avery’s own blood as it lathed against the mark, exciting the snake. Tom loved the way Avery moaned as he slid his hands up hips, pushing the fabric up to expose his…

Tom’s eyes burned and his body tensed, his muscles gripped the edge of a cold green blade, feeling as though they were being sliced. “Water.” Tom gasped. he’d fucked something up, some spell, and it was taking its vengence out on his body, this happened to him more than he liked to admit, but he pushed every spell, forcing it to adapt to his will. He no longer felt normal pain now though, little things that would normally cause others to cry out in pain had no effect on him. “From the basin, just, a glass.” he said. He kept his eyes closed so Avery wouldn’t see his eyes.

Avery, concerned for his master, slid quickly from the bed.  “Yes sir.”  He said quietly.  He practically ran to the basin and his hand shook a little as he poured the water into a mug there.  He came back over on Tom’s side of the bed.  Tom was laying there, eyes closed, with his lips pursed.  “I’ve brought your water.”  Avery said softly.  Suddenly he felt awkward using Tom’s name.  Like it was improper, or disrespectful even. 

Tom sat up and reached for the mug. He drank deeply, finishing the cup before handing it back. Already the sting behind his eyes lessened and he relaxed against the bed. He felt something, like a nervous energy in his body, turning his head he saw Avery, standing still, looking as his blood seemed to feel. He’d screwed this spell if he was feeling what Avery felt. Except, when he tried to repress the feeling it went away immiedietly, when he tried to fee Avery, the full force of his emptions swam back up his blood, it might be useful to feel what his servant felt. “I feel you.” Tom said sitting up, when he focused on Avery’s feelings his own pain lessened, he wonder if Avery then felt his pain.

Avery stood watching Tom drink, uncertain if Tom would need more water, or something else perhaps.  He shifted from one foot to the next, never quite raising his eyes to Tom’s.  Then for just a moment he felt pain sear all through him, and like that it was gone.  His nervousness was back and he didn’t have time to wonder about the aftershocks of the spell.  Once more his own feelings were gone replaced by a much milder form of the pain from before.  It reminded Avery of a wave upon the shore.  The ebb and flow of the pain seemed to be natural within him though he felt completely apart from it.  When Tom said, “I feel you.”, Avery looked up as Tom sat up.  Avery thought he must also be feeling Tom, but he was uncertain if this wold please or anger Tom.  He thought it best to be forthwith with the information and answered Tom quickly.  “I feel you.”  He said softly.

“Interesting.” Tom sat up and reached for Avery. He bid him lie back on the bed, sideways. Then Tom looked down on Avery, and thought of only him. He felt a nervouse excitement pulse through him, replacing the searing pain that had once again become his master. Tom was used to paying for his magic with the pain, but watching the way it twisted Avery’s face in agony, Tom felt only slight nervousness. He laughed and dropped the bond, thinking of himself, not the boy. He could see the pain etched in Avery’s face, but it was back in his own body now, perhaps it hurt him less because he lacked a portion of his soul, maybe that was what allowed him to take the pain more easily than Avery did. “Did you feel me then?” Tom asked with a smirk, lying back down beside Avery, the pain once again his.

Avery did as he was asked and he laid down on the bed on his side.  Avery understood this for what it was but it didn’t stop him from feeling excited for several reasons.  If this could in some way be used for his master’s benefit then he was glad of it.  The pain came swiftly and it twisted his face and stole away his breath.  The pain subsided but it left a sort of after taste in Avery’s mind.  That was the only way he could describe it.  “I did.”  He answered looking over as Tom climbed back into the bed.

Tom smirked and crossed his arms behind his head. “Did you like it Avery?” Tom grinned. “That is the price for power sometimes, it might hurt you to serve, but remember that your master suffers the most for his own rewards.” Tom closed his eyes and reached out to trace the mark on Avery’s wrist. He didn’t need to see the boy to know where it was, his fingertips were drown to it.

Avery sucked in his breath at Tom’ question.  He did like it.  Was it shameful to admit it?  Should he suffer more in silence?  “I do like it.”  He admitted, his eyes sliding shut against the shame.  “Does ti help you?”  He asked after Tom had been quiet for a time.  Tom’s fingers burned against his wrist, but it too was pleasant in it’s own way.  He needed the burn, the pain.  He felt more alive tonight than any night previous.

Hearing Avery liked it Tom sat up a bit, propping himself on his elbow, he reached out in his mind to feel Avery, the boy felt only excitement. Tom let him have it, if he enjoyed the agony, why not? It was easier to give it all to Avery, all the pain, when they were touching. He watched Avery go stiff from the pain, his back straight arms tensed. There was something about Avery’s suffering that pleased Tom. He leaned over the small boy, feeling Avery’s excitement withing him wanting this, pulling at him, it was as if Avery wanted their lips together, their bodies pressed hard and close, and Tom could feel it, he wasn’t sure if he wanted it or Avery did, but he bent down and kissed him, lips soft at first then parting, tongue sliding against Avery’s own.

Avery felt his back straighten and come off the bed when the pain hit him again.  It was like white lightening in his veins.  He wanted to look at Tom, to see if he could determine if Tom was pleased or not, but his eyes shut tight as if to shut out the pain.  Avery bit his tongue against the cry that threatened to escape and shame him in from of his master.  He suffered in silence, his only hope that Tom felt no pain right now and was therefore finding him of greater use than he had originally planned.  Then Tom’s lips were on his and there was something else running through him mixing in with the white hot pain.  Tom.  It was pleasure.  He couldn’t feel it the same way he’d felt before.  This was sharp.  Like the edge of a blade.  Like a burn put on ice.  It hurts and feels so good all at once.  His tongue tangled with Tom’s in needy fashion and he whimpered in spite of his efforts.

With Avery whimpering beneath him, and Tom’s own emotions not quite his, Tom tried to let his bond with Avery shift, he took back some of the pain, not so much as before, but enough that neither would be senselessly fighting it. He still wanted Avery though, that much hadn’t changed as he had thought, some of that pull must have belonged to Tom. Tom deepened their kiss, burring a hand in Avery’s soft hair, pulling his head back to his head back with a hiss as he bent to bite his neck, leaving a red mark barely bellow the collar of his shirt.

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Tom licked slowly up Avery’s wrist, his tongue slick with saliva and Avery’s own blood as it lathed against the mark, exciting the snake. Tom loved the way Avery moaned as he slid his hands up hips, pushing the fabric up to expose his…

Tom’s eyes burned and his body tensed, his muscles gripped the edge of a cold green blade, feeling as though they were being sliced. “Water.” Tom gasped. he’d fucked something up, some spell, and it was taking its vengence out on his body, this happened to him more than he liked to admit, but he pushed every spell, forcing it to adapt to his will. He no longer felt normal pain now though, little things that would normally cause others to cry out in pain had no effect on him. “From the basin, just, a glass.” he said. He kept his eyes closed so Avery wouldn’t see his eyes.

Avery, concerned for his master, slid quickly from the bed.  “Yes sir.”  He said quietly.  He practically ran to the basin and his hand shook a little as he poured the water into a mug there.  He came back over on Tom’s side of the bed.  Tom was laying there, eyes closed, with his lips pursed.  “I’ve brought your water.”  Avery said softly.  Suddenly he felt awkward using Tom’s name.  Like it was improper, or disrespectful even. 

Tom sat up and reached for the mug. He drank deeply, finishing the cup before handing it back. Already the sting behind his eyes lessened and he relaxed against the bed. He felt something, like a nervous energy in his body, turning his head he saw Avery, standing still, looking as his blood seemed to feel. He’d screwed this spell if he was feeling what Avery felt. Except, when he tried to repress the feeling it went away immiedietly, when he tried to fee Avery, the full force of his emptions swam back up his blood, it might be useful to feel what his servant felt. “I feel you.” Tom said sitting up, when he focused on Avery’s feelings his own pain lessened, he wonder if Avery then felt his pain.

Avery stood watching Tom drink, uncertain if Tom would need more water, or something else perhaps.  He shifted from one foot to the next, never quite raising his eyes to Tom’s.  Then for just a moment he felt pain sear all through him, and like that it was gone.  His nervousness was back and he didn’t have time to wonder about the aftershocks of the spell.  Once more his own feelings were gone replaced by a much milder form of the pain from before.  It reminded Avery of a wave upon the shore.  The ebb and flow of the pain seemed to be natural within him though he felt completely apart from it.  When Tom said, “I feel you.”, Avery looked up as Tom sat up.  Avery thought he must also be feeling Tom, but he was uncertain if this wold please or anger Tom.  He thought it best to be forthwith with the information and answered Tom quickly.  “I feel you.”  He said softly.

“Interesting.” Tom sat up and reached for Avery. He bid him lie back on the bed, sideways. Then Tom looked down on Avery, and thought of only him. He felt a nervouse excitement pulse through him, replacing the searing pain that had once again become his master. Tom was used to paying for his magic with the pain, but watching the way it twisted Avery’s face in agony, Tom felt only slight nervousness. He laughed and dropped the bond, thinking of himself, not the boy. He could see the pain etched in Avery’s face, but it was back in his own body now, perhaps it hurt him less because he lacked a portion of his soul, maybe that was what allowed him to take the pain more easily than Avery did. “Did you feel me then?” Tom asked with a smirk, lying back down beside Avery, the pain once again his.

Avery did as he was asked and he laid down on the bed on his side.  Avery understood this for what it was but it didn’t stop him from feeling excited for several reasons.  If this could in some way be used for his master’s benefit then he was glad of it.  The pain came swiftly and it twisted his face and stole away his breath.  The pain subsided but it left a sort of after taste in Avery’s mind.  That was the only way he could describe it.  “I did.”  He answered looking over as Tom climbed back into the bed.

Tom smirked and crossed his arms behind his head. “Did you like it Avery?” Tom grinned. “That is the price for power sometimes, it might hurt you to serve, but remember that your master suffers the most for his own rewards.” Tom closed his eyes and reached out to trace the mark on Avery’s wrist. He didn’t need to see the boy to know where it was, his fingertips were drown to it.

Avery sucked in his breath at Tom’ question.  He did like it.  Was it shameful to admit it?  Should he suffer more in silence?  “I do like it.”  He admitted, his eyes sliding shut against the shame.  “Does ti help you?”  He asked after Tom had been quiet for a time.  Tom’s fingers burned against his wrist, but it too was pleasant in it’s own way.  He needed the burn, the pain.  He felt more alive tonight than any night previous.

Hearing Avery liked it Tom sat up a bit, propping himself on his elbow, he reached out in his mind to feel Avery, the boy felt only excitement. Tom let him have it, if he enjoyed the agony, why not? It was easier to give it all to Avery, all the pain, when they were touching. He watched Avery go stiff from the pain, his back straight arms tensed. There was something about Avery’s suffering that pleased Tom. He leaned over the small boy, feeling Avery’s excitement withing him wanting this, pulling at him, it was as if Avery wanted their lips together, their bodies pressed hard and close, and Tom could feel it, he wasn’t sure if he wanted it or Avery did, but he bent down and kissed him, lips soft at first then parting, tongue sliding against Avery’s own.

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Tom licked slowly up Avery’s wrist, his tongue slick with saliva and Avery’s own blood as it lathed against the mark, exciting the snake. Tom loved the way Avery moaned as he slid his hands up hips, pushing the fabric up to expose his…

Tom’s eyes burned and his body tensed, his muscles gripped the edge of a cold green blade, feeling as though they were being sliced. “Water.” Tom gasped. he’d fucked something up, some spell, and it was taking its vengence out on his body, this happened to him more than he liked to admit, but he pushed every spell, forcing it to adapt to his will. He no longer felt normal pain now though, little things that would normally cause others to cry out in pain had no effect on him. “From the basin, just, a glass.” he said. He kept his eyes closed so Avery wouldn’t see his eyes.

Avery, concerned for his master, slid quickly from the bed.  “Yes sir.”  He said quietly.  He practically ran to the basin and his hand shook a little as he poured the water into a mug there.  He came back over on Tom’s side of the bed.  Tom was laying there, eyes closed, with his lips pursed.  “I’ve brought your water.”  Avery said softly.  Suddenly he felt awkward using Tom’s name.  Like it was improper, or disrespectful even. 

Tom sat up and reached for the mug. He drank deeply, finishing the cup before handing it back. Already the sting behind his eyes lessened and he relaxed against the bed. He felt something, like a nervous energy in his body, turning his head he saw Avery, standing still, looking as his blood seemed to feel. He’d screwed this spell if he was feeling what Avery felt. Except, when he tried to repress the feeling it went away immiedietly, when he tried to fee Avery, the full force of his emptions swam back up his blood, it might be useful to feel what his servant felt. “I feel you.” Tom said sitting up, when he focused on Avery’s feelings his own pain lessened, he wonder if Avery then felt his pain.

Avery stood watching Tom drink, uncertain if Tom would need more water, or something else perhaps.  He shifted from one foot to the next, never quite raising his eyes to Tom’s.  Then for just a moment he felt pain sear all through him, and like that it was gone.  His nervousness was back and he didn’t have time to wonder about the aftershocks of the spell.  Once more his own feelings were gone replaced by a much milder form of the pain from before.  It reminded Avery of a wave upon the shore.  The ebb and flow of the pain seemed to be natural within him though he felt completely apart from it.  When Tom said, “I feel you.”, Avery looked up as Tom sat up.  Avery thought he must also be feeling Tom, but he was uncertain if this wold please or anger Tom.  He thought it best to be forthwith with the information and answered Tom quickly.  “I feel you.”  He said softly.

“Interesting.” Tom sat up and reached for Avery. He bid him lie back on the bed, sideways. Then Tom looked down on Avery, and thought of only him. He felt a nervouse excitement pulse through him, replacing the searing pain that had once again become his master. Tom was used to paying for his magic with the pain, but watching the way it twisted Avery’s face in agony, Tom felt only slight nervousness. He laughed and dropped the bond, thinking of himself, not the boy. He could see the pain etched in Avery’s face, but it was back in his own body now, perhaps it hurt him less because he lacked a portion of his soul, maybe that was what allowed him to take the pain more easily than Avery did. “Did you feel me then?” Tom asked with a smirk, lying back down beside Avery, the pain once again his.

Avery did as he was asked and he laid down on the bed on his side.  Avery understood this for what it was but it didn’t stop him from feeling excited for several reasons.  If this could in some way be used for his master’s benefit then he was glad of it.  The pain came swiftly and it twisted his face and stole away his breath.  The pain subsided but it left a sort of after taste in Avery’s mind.  That was the only way he could describe it.  “I did.”  He answered looking over as Tom climbed back into the bed.

Tom smirked and crossed his arms behind his head. “Did you like it Avery?” Tom grinned. “That is the price for power sometimes, it might hurt you to serve, but remember that your master suffers the most for his own rewards.” Tom closed his eyes and reached out to trace the mark on Avery’s wrist. He didn’t need to see the boy to know where it was, his fingertips were drown to it.