// nsfw (and a lot of spice!!!)
dr3@mn0bl@d3 mafia au!!
t3chn0, the most dangerous assassin/crime boss in the country, is holding a ball for his associates. dr3@m, a vigilante detective, makes it his mission to infiltrate it and bring t3chn0 down.
or not. https://twitter.com/roulettewashere/status/1318622009878704128?s=20

dr3@m takes a sparkling flute of rose-colored liquid from a passing waiter, raising it to his lips but not bothering to take a sip. he carefully adjusts the crudely-drawn smile mask covering the upper half of his face, keeping an eye on his surroundings.

women in slinky, expensive dresses and delicate masks chatted sleazy men just as well-dressed, talking and laughing above the soft music that filled the room. the only thing to indicate that this wasn’t a normal masquerade ball held to please the rich were the people themselves.

well, and the guards, dr3@m thought to himself dryly.
everywhere he looked he saw a familiar face.
at a chair across the room sat f1nn5t3r, twirling-his? her? no one knew-long hair around a finger. a true master of disguise, they had been on the run from the law for years.

a young man clad in a mask depicting a teardrop and a rumpled suit played guitar over at the bar, talking earnestly to a young blonde woman with a similar mask. a slightly older man stood behind them, confident smirk plastered on his face.

w1lburs00t, n1h@chu, and j$h1@tt. the younger two were probably the most ruthless robbers in history, leaving lethally poisoned guards and crushed security cameras behind at every crime scene. the older guy was rumored to be the mastermind behind their operations.

two sixteen-year-old boys stood near them, one brunette and one blonde, throwing dollar bills at each other and laughing their asses off. dr3@m didn’t know much about them, but they may have been the ones behind the recent vicious surge in pickpocketing.

dr3@m sort of recognized the brown-haired one, though, because he’d been caught on camera spraying the words “BIG CRIME” on several buildings. Which was puzzling, to say the least.
More faces stood out to him, and with every one, a chill ran down his spine.

$k3ppy. Self-proclaimed expert arsonist, demolitionist, whatever you want to call being extremely good at fucking any structure up so severely all that’s left of it is crushed metal and ash.
Sp1f3y. Same type of thing, except he specialized in government buildings.

B@dB0yH@lo. Cat burglar, and a damn good one. They said he was invisible to any type of camera or detection system, not even showing up on security cameras.
Poisoners. Serial killers. Crime bosses. All kinds of people that would do anything for the right amount, and do it well.

Dr3@m was really starting to regret coming. What did he plan on doing, anyway? Every single person in this room-probably including the sixteen-year-olds- could murder him in a heartbeat, and most of them probably wouldn’t even hesitate.
But he had talents of his own.

Dr3@m exhaled, relaxing a little bit, even though he was sweating under his mask. He fit right in with his dark green suit and tie, so he just had to remain inconspicuous, gather as much information as possible, and then get out.

Just then, the music changed. Not too much, but enough to be noticeable. A slow waltz began playing. Dr3@m watched carefully as a few people got up and began swaying to the music, paying close attention to who danced with who.

Sp1f3y offered his hand to a guy wearing a dual-colored (orange and green) apple-shaped mask. T@p|_, one of his known associates and an expert at money laundering. That was to be expected.

F1ńń grabbed a quiet guy with a murderous glare and a green handkerchief obscuring most of his face, hauling him out of his chair much to the man’s annoyance. M3g@. That was a little weird, but an expert hacker with a master of disguise wasn’t an unlikely work relationship.

$k3ppy, the short guy in the baby-blue suit and matching mask that depicted a funny cartoon face with it’s tongue out, turned to the chipper brunette the next table over with a rose tucked into his hair.
Dr3@m frowned.ßadb0yh@lo and $k3ppy? An arsonist and a cat burglar? Strange.

He watched them carefully, standing off to the side and glad that his mask obscured what he was looking at. It seemed to be a playful relationship. $k3ppy twirled B@d around to the slow beat, and they laughed with each other.

But you could never really tell, Dr3@m cautioned himself. If he let his guard down now just because they looked like they were having fun, he might wake up tomorrow morning and there’d be a crater where the fucking Louvre used to be.

The music suddenly changed again, giving him no more time to mull over the strange new relationship that seemed to be developing. a fast-paced tango began, rushing the room’s atmosphere from soft and relaxed headlong into an excited, tense beat that made the air buzz with energy.

Almost everyone started whooping and cheering, heading for the dance floor. Given no choice, dr3@m followed, not wanting to seem suspicious. He figured he could just hang back along the edges of the dance floor and do some more surveillance work.

He didn’t think he’d have trouble staying hidden, as women clad in long, billowy skirts flew and twirled around him with their male partners, keeping time with the beat. Dr3@m did his best to melt into the background until a hand grabbed his shoulder and he stiffened with fear.

Slowly, Dr3@m turned, until he found himself nose to nose with an elaborate, detailed pig mask, complete with jeweled tusks and a snout.
His eyes slowly raised up to catch a glimpse of a shimmering golden crown atop luxurious pink hair, and then down.

His gaze swept past lips set in a mysterious smirk, settling on his shoes. This was a person who dressed and acted like a king, and Dr3@m could already see that in the way he held himself.
Dr3@m knew exactly who he was, and it made him want to melt into a puddle of terror.

T3chn0bl@d3. Probably the most dangerous person on the planet.He was the one organizing this whole ridiculous shitshow. What made T3chn0 so dangerous was that not only was he incredibly smart, he was physically lethal as well. Most criminals only were one or the other.

It was rumored that almost everyone was on his payroll. Dr3@m’s mind ran through legend after legend, staring, terrified, at T3chn0.
Once he incapacitated ten people sent to kill him by himself. The President of the United States works for him. He’s actually an alien.

Okay, maybe not the last one.
Dr3@m inhaled slowly, attempting to compose himself.
He may not know who you are, he reminded himself, before trying his best to put on the self-assured aura that was common with most criminals.
“Can I help you?” he drawled, meeting T3chn0’s gaze.

T3chn0 smiled right back, and suddenly Dr3@m felt like prey. “Actually, you can.”
Dr3@m stiffened. T3chn0’s voice was deep and suave, and unexpected, like maybe if dark coffee was a sound. Accompanied with his confident grin, dr3@m suddenly wanted to melt into his shoes again.

But maybe not for the same reasons as before.
Dr3@m was still fucking terrified, of course, but he could still appreciate that this guy was totally, completely, incredibly attractive. Even with the mask covering his eyes. In an objective way, of course.

T3chn0 took Dr3@m’s arm suddenly, and dr3@m was pretty sure his knees audibly knocked together. “What do you...uh, what do you want?” he sputtered out, still attempting to sound confident. T3chn0 didn’t answer, guiding dr3@m over to a more secluded part of the dance floor.

The music played on, the fast tempo of the tango pretty much perfectly matching the rhythm of dr3@m’s heartbeat as he let himself be pulled along.

Once T3chn0 had found a suitably quiet corner, he flashed Dr3@m a toothy grin, and bent slightly to kiss his hand. Dr3@m stood stock-still, not sure whether he should be flustered, or running for his life. Because he definitely wasn’t supposed to be blushing right now.

“May I have this dance, Dr3@m?” T3chn0 asked, straightening back up, still wearing that grin.
Dr3am gulped, head tilting up to face T3chn0 again. For a second he felt relieved. Is that all he wanted? Dr3@m wondered.
And then he actually processed the words that were spoken.

May I have this dance, Dr3@m?
Dr3@m. How the fuck would he know my-
Dr3@m’s eyes widened as he tried to tear his hand from T3chn0’s grip, reaching in the back pocket of his trousers for the pistol that was usually there and fuck he didn’t have it why didn’t he-

T3chn0 swiftly let go of Dr3@m‘s arm for a split second, twirling him around to the seemingly never-ending beat of the tango and caging Dr3am in with his other arm, so Dr3@m’s back was pressed to his chest. “Oh, no you don’t. I’m not losing my catch this easily.” he whispered.

Dr3@m struggled in vain, almost opening his mouth to shout. After a few moments, he sagged in defeat, leaning against T3chn0’s chest and arms. Which were comfy, for some reason. Dr3@m’s head lay on the crook of T3chn0’s neck. He smelled like dark chocolate.

Dr3@m blinked, blushing. Pull it together! he scolded himself.
“What do you want with me?” he demanded in a low whisper, not willing to give up just yet. “What do you mean, ’catch’? People are coming to put you behind bars if you don’t-”
T3chn0 chuckled.

“That’s a lie, and we both know it. See, I know you work alone, Dr3@m. I also know pretty much everything else about you, so how about you keep that cute mouth of yours shut for now?” he drawled, stepping to the left and the right to keep up the illusion that they were dancing.

Dr3@m’s mouth dropped open. He didn’t know whether it was in shock or fluster, but at this point he was willing to bet on both. “How d-“
”I told you to shut up, Dr3@m.” T3chn0 whispered right into his ear and sending chills down his spine. Dr3@m complied, shutting his mouth.

”From the moment I sent invitations out for this little party I have goin’ here, I knew my enemies would try and send someone to snoop around.” T3chn0 laced the fingers of his right hand with dr3@m’s, forcing him to move in time with the music as well.

”So I figured, why not catch me a detective? And then a particularly adorable one practically fell into my lap. So tell me, who am I to stop that?“ T3chn0 chuckled, not waiting for an answer, pressing dr3@m even closer to his chest.

“You‘ve been playin‘ into my hands from the very beginning, Dr3@m. It’s been so fun watchin‘ you blunder around the ballroom like you know what you’re doing.“ T3chn0 smiled sardonically. “Has anyone ever told you that you look fuckin’ amazing in a suit?”

If he wasn’t before, Dr3@m was definitely blushing now. ”I-I-wha...” he trailed off, the beat of the tango in the background making it very hard for him to focus.
”What do you want?” he forced out, biting his lip.

”You. Clearly.” T3chn0 deadpanned, twirling Dr3@m to the beat before hugging him to his chest again. “You’re so fun, you know that?” he commented, kicking Dr3@m’s legs out from under him and catching him in the same motion. Dr3@m crumpled into T3chn0 dizzily, head spinning.

“Look at you, you’re blushing.“ he murmured before dipping dr3@m low to the ground, giving him no time to retort or even catch his breath. “Cute, but you’d look so much better without that mask.” T3chn0 mused, setting dr3@m on his feet again.

dr3@m stumbled, unable to stand on his own.He was so dizzy and confused, and that didn’t really help with the emotions swirling through his head.Fear, fluster, shame-was that lust?
“Um.” he mumbled, eyelids fluttering. He felt an overpowering urge to either pass out or throw up.

“Woah there, sweetheart.” T3chn0 snickered, supporting dr3@m and holding him firmly. ”Don’t fall asleep on me.“
”I’m not! You’re just spinning me around, and being a dick, and it’s-it’s a lot...” dr3@m’s indignant reply petered out as he met t3chn0’s eyes, cheeks burning.

“It’s a lot, huh?“ T3chn0 smiled widely. “Wow, I really hit the jackpot with you, Dr3@m.”
Dr3@m stumbled, trying to keep up with the music. “Stop talking about me like I’m some kind of prize.” he mumbled defiantly, although the rush of blood to his cheeks was more than telling.

T3chn0 kicked his legs out from beneath him again, sweeping him up and dipping him low so by the time dr3@m landed upright, he was wheezing and gasping, his eyes unfocused. “But you are a prize, darlin’. Look at that pretty face of yours. All flushed and I haven’t done anythin’.”

“Mother..fucker...” dr3@m panted. He was suddenly uncomfortably aware of how hot he was in the stuffy suit. His mind was caught inexplicably in a fight-or-flight response, but as much as he wanted to be home sipping a nice cup of tea, he couldn’t deny that the danger enticed him.

Liquid adrenaline ran through his veins, buzzing and making him twitch although he couldn’t move, which was really, really fucking frustrating.
T3chn0 smiled down at dr3@m. “Someone’s riled up, huh?“ he mused.
dr3@m flushed. he’d definitely hit the nail on the head.

“shut up. can you please just...let me go? c’mon, I won’t bother you anymore, I promise.” dr3@m coaxed feebly, the defiance gone from his voice.
t3chn0 snickered at him. “god, you look so broken already.“ he gripped dr3@m’s chin with a firm hand, keeping his head in place.

“no, I don’t think I will.” T3chn0 whispered, voice dark and sinful and diving into dr3@m’s gut. “I could reveal your identity to every person in this room and you’d be dead within seconds. I have complete and utter power over you, and you like that idea, don’t you, dr3@m?”

Dr3@m squeaked involuntarily, wishing he could pull down his mask to cover his whole face, wishing T3chn0 would stop fucking reading his worst desires and making him admit to them with that stupid deep voice of his that made dr3@m shudder.

He felt exposed, naked, completely and utterly powerless. T3chn0 held all the cards and they both knew it. And as much as that royally sucked, as much as dr3@m tried to fight, they both knew that he was enjoying it too.

He was defeated. This was it, his time was up, he was trapped in the arms of his worst enemy and his emotions were swirling so wildly about it that dr3@m almost didn’t mind, didn’t understand all the things that this was doing to him and his head and his facade of confidence-

T3chn0 cooed down at Dr3@m mockingly, spinning him again and admiring the poor, quaking mess he had made. “Pretty boy. What do you say I get you out of here and take care of you?” he offered nonchalantly.

As if Dr3@m had a choice. Dr3@m’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, knowing he should turn T3chn0 down, run as fast as he could back to his bed and hide, but the exhilarating feeling of powerlessness was a terribly potent drug and he couldn’t get enough of it.
So Dr3am nodded.

T3chn0 grinned. “I’m so fuckin‘ lucky.“ he murmured into dr3@m’s ear, scooping him up again. “Just look at you. Can’t wait to get that off.” he added.
Dr3@m didn‘t know whether T3chn0 was referring to his mask, or his suit, or both, but he blushed nonetheless, going limp.

T3chn0 carried him over to one of the heavily guarded doors at the end of the ballroom. None of the security guards gave them a second look, and he passed by easily. The tango music faded behind them. dr3@m‘s mind still held its confused fog, barely noticing the movement.

It was stupid, but he found himself marveling at how strong T3chn0 must be to carry him. He wasn’t frail in the least-although he certainly felt that way at the moment-but T3chn0 didn‘t seem to be straining himself at all.

Dr3@m knew what was probably about to happen after T3chn0 set him down gently on a soft surface that was probably a mattress, and he’d be lying if he denied that it scared him, but it was equal parts exciting as it was scary. So, despite himself, he definitely wasn’t complaining.

Dr3@m lay on his back dazedly, limbs akimbo, cheeks burning and head swimming.
T3chn0 smirked down at him, grabbing his wrists and pinning them with one hand above dr3@m’s head before he could even blink-how did he move so fast?-licking his lips as he leaned over his prey.

Dr3@m suddenly realizes he hasn’t addressed T3chn0 by name once, and that sends an electric thrill through him because now he doesn’t know if he can, now he feels so out of power that Dr3@m almost wants to address him as a superior, which makes him flush with shame-

And then he doesn’t have any time to think about it more that second, because T3chno uses his free hand to pull on dr3@m’s mask and toss it away, then grabs his own and does the same, and dr3@m is breathless. Because, oh, fuck, if he didn’t feel exposed before he surely does now.

It’s mostly not even the fact that his mask is off, it’s just that T3chn0 is staring straight into his soul with piercing dark eyes and holy fuck is he handsome, with soft cheeks and plump lips and a firm jawline, and an old scar running through his left eye.

“Like what you see, darlin’? ‘Cause I know I do. You’re so fuckin’ cute like that.” T3chno coos, rubbing Dr3@m’s flushed, freckled cheeks with the pad of his thumb and staring straight into want-filled green eyes. He suddenly leaned forward and pressed their lips together.

It held none of the gentle sentiment T3chn0 had before, diving straight from a slow, passionate kiss to a fierce dominance. T3chn0 held Dr3@m down and swallowed his “mmphs!” and whimpers as he forced his tongue in, tilting Dr3@m’s head this way and that as he took what he wanted.

Dr3@m struggled against the hands that held his wrists, whimpering despite himself. He was more turned on than he’d ever been in his life, that was for sure. Every time T3chn0 pushed his tongue in deeper or grabbed his chin, it threw flames on a fire burning in his gut.

After a few minutes, T3chn0 pulled back, grinning down at his handiwork. Dr3@m wasn’t struggling anymore, gasping for air through bruised, puffy red lips, pupils blown and cock straining through the pants of his suit. The fight had completely gone out of him.

T3chn0 pressed a kiss to his forehead,being gentle again. “Someone knows their place now, huh?”He chuckled at the way Dr3@m whined, staring up at him with a pleading look.“Don’t worry.”
He pulled Dr3@m up by the wrists into a sitting position,motioning for him to shed the jacket.

After T3chn0 let go, Dr3@m shrugged out of the garment quickly, tossing it off to the side with a hint of shame. He began to unbutton his shirt as well, reaching to loosen his tie before T3chn0 grabbed his wrists again, pausing him after he’d only undone the top few buttons.

“Leave those on.” he gestured with his head at the green tie and shirt, smiling mischievously when Dr3@m blushed and nodded assent. ”Take your pants off, darlin’. Boxers, too.”
Dr3@m complied hesitantly, refusing to meet T3chn0’s eyes, cheeks burning as he undid his dress pants.

Dr3am slid them down to his ankles and kicked them off, tossing them away as well. T3chn0 noticed the now very prominent bulge in his boxers, chuckling.“Cutie.”he murmured, watching intently as Dr3@m flushed further under his gaze, slowly pulling down the waistband of his boxers.

Dr3@m decided to just get it over with, pulling his boxers all the way down, cock springing out and slapping against his stomach. He pressed his legs together, barely resisting the urge to try and pull his shirt over himself.
T3chn0 licked his lips. “Flip over, dear.“

dr3@m complied nervously, still pressing his legs together as he lay flat on the bed, clutching the sheets to try and ground himself to something.
”hips up. how do you expect me to prep you?” T3chn0 murmured, snickering when dr3@m buried his face in the blankets.

after mustering his courage, he finally exposed himself, freckled thighs shaking with each movement as he nervously propped himself up, pointing his ass in the air and spreading his legs just enough so T3chn0 could see his dripping cock between them.

T3chn0 grinned. “So pretty, so cute, Dr3@m.” he pressed a kiss to Dr3@m’s hip, leaning away for a moment.
Dr3@m whimpered, dimly registering T3chn0‘s footsteps as he stepped over to a drawer by the bedside and pulled something out, then returning and gripping his hips tightly.

He definitely wasn‘t ready for T3chn0 to wrap a slick hand around his cock, stroking him slowly and rubbing the tip so lightly it made him want to scream in frustration. “Ah-“ he choked out, desperately trying to buck into the touch, but held still by T3chno’s hand on his hip.

”Wa-wai-“ he panted, mind instantly fogging up.“N-sir-“ he begged, the term just instinctively slipping out.
T3chn0 inhaled sharply, letting go of Dr3@m’s cock, to his immense displeasure. He grinned like a shark, squeezing the bottle of lube he’d just gotten onto his hand again.

“Darlin’, did you just call me what I think you did?” T3chn0 asked amusedly, rubbing his fingers together.
Dr3@m, with barely enough presence of mind left to feel indignant, opened his mouth to speak before cutting himself off with a lewd moan.

T3chn0 had just shoved a finger inside of him, working him open with methodical strokes that were anything but gentle. Dr3@m’s head swam as he groaned weakly, battling between squirming away and pushing for more.
”Answer me. I’d advise you to think before you talk back, hon.”

T3chn0 said darkly, rubbing dr3@m’s walls in a way that made the man under him stiffen and whimper.”Go on.”
“I-uhm-“ Dr3@m swallowed thickly, clutching at the sheets. He suddenly wished his shirt was off, the tie almost uncomfortably tight,although it hadn’t seemed so earlier.

“Sir.I,ah-I c-called...“Dr3@m‘s vocal cords seemed to be malfunctioning as T3chn0 pumped his finger in and out, biting his lip.He wondered how it would feel if T3chn0 was planning to fuck him and he was this affected by one finger.The thought sent a delicious shiver up his spine.

“Someone knows their place.” T3chn0 cooed, easing a second finger into dr3@m’s hole.
dr3@m moaned and squirmed, cock dripping onto the sheets, collared shirt uncomfortably hot. He was more turned on then he’d ever been, and that sure didn’t help with his swirling brain.

“Sir, huh? I think I like the sound of that.” T3chn0 mused, scissoring his fingers in and out rapidly, still firmly holding the writhing boy underneath him in place.“You should call me that more often, darlin’.”
Dr3@m panted, begging incoherently under his breath.

He couldn’t take much more of the teasing,that was for sure, he just wanted T3chn0 to make him come already, even if it meant not enough prep or having to come twice. “f-fuck...” he swore, sucking on his bottom lip and nearly losing himself in bliss,the euphoria making him dizzy.

Dr3@m lost his restraint when T3chn0 shoved his fingers hard into his prostate,letting out a wail.”Please, please, hurry up, come on-“he begged,eyes rolling up.
“What?I don’t think I heard my name in there.” T3chn0 replied, smirk twitching at his lips, never stopping his fingers.

“Fuck-please-“ Dr3@m panted, clutching the blankets. He really looked a sight, flushed, sweating, and barely hanging on to his dignity. “Sir-hurry up, just fuck me already-“ he sputtered out, desperately trying to fuck himself back on T3chn0’s fingers.

T3chn0 cocked a smug eyebrow. “I haven’t prepped you enough yet.” he mused innocently, although they both knew he’d been dragging it out on purpose. No way Dr3@m was gonna call him out, though.
“I don’t fucking care-“ Dr3@m groaned, feeling his cock twitch, driving him insane.

“Just get inside me, sir, I don’t care you’ve prepped enough please please please c’mon-“ Dr3@m moaned, feeling T3chn0’s fingers slip out, electric anticipation traveling up his spine.
T3chno smirked widely, taking his hand off Dr3@m’s hip and unbuckling the large belt he wore.

“How am I to resist it when you ask me so nice like that, darlin’?” he quipped, grinning at the shudder it got out of Dr3@m and pulling himself out, giving his cock a few strokes and groaning. “God, you don‘t know what you do to me, all pretty like that.“

Dr3@m whimpered,partly at T3chn0s words and partly at the uncomfortable empty feeling.
“This isn’t going to be comfortable, you know that? I’ve barely prepped you, hon.” T3chn0 commented.
Dr3@m honestly didn’t care at that point.He just wanted T3chn0 to split him open.

And if it hurt, then maybe that was even better.

“Flip over, sweetheart.” T3chn0 ordered, watching heatedly as Dr3@m scrambled to obey, flopping onto his back and clutching the mattress on either side of his head, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Spread your legs for me, hon. That’s it.”
Dr3@m blushed and complied, exposing himself.

T3chn0 stood at the edge of the bed, gripping Dr3@m’s hips and lining himself up with his hole. Dr3@m whimpered when he felt the tip press against him, cock twitching and leaking pitifully onto his shirt. “Mmph-please, sir-“ he cried, digging his fingernails into the mattress.

”So impatient.” T3chn0 smirked sadistically. “If you insist.”
Dr3@m didn’t even have time to feel nervous before T3chn0 buried himself inside of him to the hilt, ripping a choked-off scream from his throat. It felt so good, he felt so full, even though his ass burned harshly.

His eyes rolled back,cock practically dripping,drool staining his collar. “So-fuck,so big-“ he whimpered quietly, shaking and panting.
T3chn0 grinned breathlessly. “Oh, darlin’, I knew you’d love it.The moment I saw you walk in,I knew you’d love having my cock buried inside you.”

Not waiting for a response, T3chn0 slowly began to thrust in and out, increasing his pace with every hard stroke. By the time T3chn0 was steadily slamming into him with a breakneck pace, Dr3@m was reduced to a moaning, begging, blubbering mess.

His head spun with the constant friction rubbing straight up against his prostate, complete bliss fogging his mind. Dr3@m was unable to focus on anything, clawing at the mattress like a animal, until T3chn0 took one hand off his hip and with it gripped his tie in one hand.

Dr3@m didn’t register the movement until T3chn0 yanked him up by the green fabric, half leaning down and half pulling up to look Dr3@m in the eye, all the while never stopping his ruthless pounding.
Dr3@m stared at him, gasping for air and scrabbling for a hold on something.

”Hah-I-” Dr3@m panted, cock bouncing up against his stomach as T3chn0 looked him in the eyes, getting dizzy from air loss. A thought at the back of his mind protested that no normal human was this strong, but Dr3@m paid it no mind.

“Look at me, darlin’.” T3chn0 growled, voice going even deeper. Dr3@m didn’t know if he was about to come or faint, shaking and dizzy, face turning ruby, but he obeyed the order, glassy, wide green eyes nervously meeting intimidating, dark, lustful counterparts.

”You’re mine, got it? You’re fucking mine. Say it.” T3chn0demanded, yanking on Dr3@m’s tie and making him yelp helplessly. He nodded frantically without another thought, surrendering himself immediately. He was T3chn0’s. T3chn0 held complete control over him, of course he was.

“Look at me when you tell me you’re mine. I want to hear you.” T3chn0 punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust,ripping a wail from Dr3@m, who was so close to release he could barely think. He yanked the tie a little tighter, cutting off Dr3@m‘s air, and the dam broke.

“Sir-fuck I’m yours I’m yours I belong to you-oh,fuck-“ Dr3@m screamed,eyes rolling back as he came all over his shirt and T3chn0’s chest,clutching the sheets and writhing.
T3chn0 never ceased his thrusts or let go until just after Dr3@m started whimpering from overstimulation.

He came with a groan, releasing deep inside of Dr3@m. The feeling of T3chn0’s come painting his walls was the final straw for Dr3@m, and he fainted as T3chn0 let go of his tie, going limp on the mattress.

When he came to, T3chn0 had pulled out and was buckling up his pants.
Dr3@m couldn’t find it in himself to speak so he just watched dazedly, barely aware of his situation.
T3chn0 looked over at him, grinning wolfishly. “So, sleeping beauty.”

Dr3@m blushed, shutting his eyes again.
”Well, cutie, there’s a bathroom to your right. Get yourself cleaned up.” T3chn0 continued, picking his mask up from the ground and slipping it on.
Dr3@m blinked in confusion. “Are...are you leaving?” he managed to croak out.

T3chn0 straightened his robes casually, barely shooting Dr3@m a second look. It was infuriating. “No. This is my house, actually.” he answered, adjusting the pristine crown atop his head.
“Wh-are you just going to leave me here?” Dr3@m felt an indignant flush rise to his cheeks.

“No.” T3chn0 looked straight at him that time. “Why would I do that?”
”Well-it just seemed like you were leaving, and-“ Dr3@m sputtered, blushing. He should want to leave, he should want to get as far away from here as possible, but somehow he wanted T3chn0 to stay.

“Once you’ve cleaned yourself up, go ask one of my guards-they’re everywhere-for me. They’ll tell you where to go.” T3chn0 continued, strolling over to the doorway.
Dr3@m‘s mouth fell open. He couldn’t believe how-how nonchalant T3chn0 was being.

“What if I just decide to leave?” he settled on saying, crossing his arms over his bare chest, still lying on the bed.
T3chn0 turned to look at him again, a smirk playing at his lips.
”Oh, I wouldn’t do that. After all, you’re mine, aren’t you? You’re gonna stay, sweetheart.”

Dr3@m shivered, nodding hesitantly and sitting up.
T3chn0 walked over to him,pushing him back, picking up and throwing Dr3@m’s suit jacket over his waist.“As much as I like you in this, you should probably get changed.” he whispered, fingers ghosting over Dr3@m‘s cheek.

He pressed a light kiss to Dr3@m’s lips, walking over to the doorframe again. “I’ll be waiting.”
And leaving only those words and the memory of his lips on Dr3@m’s, the door opened and shut and he was gone before Dr3@m could even ask what the fuck he was supposed to change into.

Dr3@m lay on the bed in his dirty shirt and tie, jacket clumsily covering his navel, pressing a finger to his lips unconciously.
He was so, so fucked.