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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Covenant_(2006)
  Relationship:
      Chase_Collins/Tyler_Simms
  Character:
      Chase_Collins_(The_Covenant), Tyler_Simms
  Additional Tags:
      Dark, Choking, Breathplay
  Series:
      Part 10 of Albtraum
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-11-08 Words: 1028
****** Willing Slave ******
by MakingPoetry
Summary
     Sometimes they just slept, sometimes it was much more than that.
     Either way though, Tyler realized that he didn’t mind.
His Power was still locked from him, caged up in his mind, but he wasn’t caged
up in that single room any more. He could go anywhere he wanted in the house-
even out to the backyard and god there was even a pool. It had been so long
since he’d been outside or been swimming, it was so nice, almost like a dream.
Of course, he couldn’t go any farther than that. It went unspoken that he
wasn’t allowed to leave the house-except to go to the backyard. He hadn’t even
asked, figured Chase would punish him in some way if he had. He knew there were
limits to this new found freedom, and in order to keep that freedom, he planned
on respecting those limits.
He wasn’t sure how long he had been confined to that single room-he’d lost
count of the time after the first few weeks-months?-but it felt like forever.
That room was still his room, but he was no longer locked in. He still usually
slept there at night though-whatever nights he wasn’t spending in Chase’s room,
of course. Sometimes they just slept, sometimes it was much more than that.
Either way though, Tyler realized that he didn’t mind. He wasn’t exactly sure
when this had come about, just that it had. Couldn’t say that he was happy,
just that he didn’t mind.
He was relaxed and trusting, his eyes closed as he moaned into the kiss. Every
thrust of Chase’s hips sparked pleasure, fingertips skimming over the pentagram
on Tyler’s hip and sending Power through his body. His hand drifted up higher,
wrapping around Tyler’s neck and squeezing. Tyler wasn’t even nervous, didn’t
even struggle. He’d gotten used to that a long time ago by now, liked it, even.
The older warlock broke away from the kiss, straightening up as he squeezed
tighter, slowly cutting off Tyler’s air. He gripped his hip with his other
hand, fingers digging into the brand there. Waves of Power spread from the
mark, rolling over him and making him inhale sharply and arch his back. Hands
fisted in the sheets, he opened his eyes, meeting Chase’s gaze.
The pressure around his neck increased and he started to feel lightheaded. His
pulse pounded in his ears and his vision started to blur. Somehow it only made
things better, made him more aware of the drag and slide of Chase’s cock. The
touch to the tattoo helped to distract him from the burning in his lungs when
he couldn’t breathe. Before it got too uncomfortable, Chase leaned down to kiss
him, breathing into him as he loosened his grip. Tyler took a deep breath,
desperate for air and relieved to have it.
Having air didn’t last for very long though before Chase worked on methodically
squeezing his neck again. He used both hands, thumbs pressing against the sides
of his windpipe, fingers digging into muscles, Tyler’s pulse fluttering against
his skin. Tyler would have bruises later-again-probably, but he didn’t even
care. He liked it, it was good, the way it made him feel. He wanted Chase to do
it harder, even. Even as his vision swam, colors and lights smearing together
as his heart pounded, a quick rhythm, like hummingbird wings.
Chase’s thrusts grew harder, quicker, rougher. The younger boy arched
underneath of him, wrapping his legs around his hips. Chase knew just the right
ways to touch him, the right way to angle his hips to get a sharp cry from
Tyler, hands fisting tighter in the sheets as he resisted the desire to lay
them over Chase’s, to press them harder against his neck.
Though, since he figured that Chase’s hands were occupied, he would just have
to take care of a certain problem himself. That problem being his neglected
dick. Just as he was freeing a hand from the sheets though, Chase’s eyes flared
and Power slid along his cock, the exact friction that he wanted and needed.
Arching his back, he moaned, gasping for air. With so much stimulation, it
didn’t take very much more before he came. The edges of his vision faded to
black and his head spun, blood pounding in his temples. He had to admit though,
it was one of the best orgasms he’d ever had.
~
Other times were simple and quiet, with Tyler simply enjoying the warmth of
another body in bed with him. It had been so long since he’d shared a bed with
anyone; it was strange by this point-but not unwelcome. He actually slept
better curled up against Chase’s back than he did in bed alone. It was almost
sort of nice, even if it was Chase-or maybe because it was Chase. It was so
much different than the torment that Chase had put him through for so long, it
was nice not to be hurt for a change. He was good at that too.
Tyler could almost pretend that things were normal and alright-almost. Maybe
Chase didn’t soothe away his nightmares like Caleb and Pogue had-and Tyler did
still have nightmares regularly-but he was someone to hold him, at least. It
was better than waking up in bed alone with absolutely no one there to make him
feel any better. He would always decline to tell Chase what was wrong, just
curled close against him and pretended to go back to sleep until he actually
succeeded in falling asleep again.
There was also something about having Chase’s trust, and Tyler knew that Chase
had to trust him to some degree. If he hadn’t, well, Tyler was sure that a lot
of things that had changed lately wouldn’t have changed. Chase was arrogant and
smug, yes, but he’d had Tyler Powerless and locked up for weeks, so now that
things had changed…that had to mean that there was trust involved, right?
Or Tyler could be completely wrong about everything. It wouldn’t be the first
time he was completely wrong about everything related to Chase, after all. It
was still nice to at least think that he was trusted, though. It was better
than just being someone useless who was only around to be hurt.
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