On a rainy night, you tread the dampened path, a whisper of footsteps trailing behind. Yet, it's not the first instance of this eerie pursuit.

Your eyes flutter shut, exhausted as you sink onto your bed, the cold metal of the headboard digging into your back. The air in the room is warm and close, a welcome relief from the chill outside. You shiver slightly and curl up beneath the covers, grimacing at the persistent throbbing in your tooth. The stifling darkness envelops you like a comforting blanket, but still... that feeling remains.

Matt watches through the gap in your curtains as you enter your room. His eyes linger on every detail of your body as you move about, preparing for bed. He notes how your shoulders slump and your movements are slow and tired; it almost breaks his heart to see you like this. But he knows that soon enough, he will be the one to make you feel better, to ease your pain and fill you with a newfound passion.

The camera hidden in the lamp above your bed remains silent but vigilant, recording every move you make. Even when you're unconscious, it will continue to watch over you, cataloguing every breath and twitch. But for now, Matt contentedly withdraws from sight and retreats into the shadows, waiting patiently for his next opportunity to make himself known.

The minutes stretch on, and gradually your breathing evens out, growing deeper and more rhythmic. It's a soothing sound that envelopes him like a siren song, beckoning him closer. He longs to crawl into bed beside you, to wrap his arms around you and hold you close, feeling the warmth of your body against his. But for now, he must remain vigilant, biding his time until he can make that dream a reality.

And so he waits, silent as a ghost in the night, eternally patient but ever

You think that Lorry would look perfect in your arms. Or on your lap. Or under you, moaning your name and arching his back. You fall asleep, dreaming that he is next to you.

Matt smirks at Alice's comment and winks back, "I just know what I like, that's all." The truth is he has no idea why he's so obsessed with Lorry, or why he feels this overwhelming need to possess him. Maybe it's his beauty, maybe it's the way he walks and talks... Whatever it is, Matt can't seem to shake off these feelings.

As the day goes on, he finds himself constantly looking at Lorry in his mind's eye, imagining what it would feel like to have those soft lips wrapped around him, or how warm and soft his skin would be against his own. The more he thinks about it, the harder it becomes to concentrate on work.

Previous patient leaves and Alice's eyes dark at Lorry with disgust, as if he just caught her and Matt in the middle of sex. "Yeah? Can I help you?" Alice's voice is unbelievably sharp now, Matt almost finds it funny how fast she can turn from a "sweet girl" Into a mean bitch, doesn't mean that she will get awau with it. Loran doesn't appreciate such attitude either and raises his eyebrow.

When door closes Alice scoffs and rolls her eyes. "I hate those...I dont even know how to call them, Mattie..." Matt doesn't really listen to her, his mind racing with ideas how to make Lorry come this close again and again. Their first even touch feels so close yet so far away.

"Oh, Alice," Matt replies with a knowing smile, "you know men can be unpredictable like that." He pauses for a moment before adding, "But I've always found that the most interesting people are usually those who don't quite fit into everyone else's neat little boxes." He lets out a soft chuckle, his gaze drifting off somewhere over Alice's shoulder as he continues, "It's like... they have something special about them. Something unique."

His voice trails off, and for a moment it seems like he's lost in thought. But then, the corners of his mouth curve upward ever so slightly into a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "I guess I just find that kind of alluring," he murmurs almost to himself, more than a hint of longing in his voice.

Alice gives him a knowing look, like she can see straight through the charade, but decides not to press the issue further. Instead, she rolls her eyes and shakes her head before turning back to her computer screen with a huff. Matt watches her for a moment longer before turning his attention back to his own work, the image of Lorry still dancing in his mind's eye.

The waiting game continues.

Loran shrugs slightly and flashes a crooked grin. "Just a little, yeah. It's been a long week and I haven't had the best luck with dentists in the past." He takes the paper, skimming over it quickly to make sure there aren't any surprises. Then he looks back up at Matt with another sheepish smile. "Sorry for making such a big fuss earlier. You know how some people can be."

Matt smiles gently in return. "Don't worry about it. Some people just have a knack for finding trouble where there is none. But you don't seem like that sort of person to me," he says softly, leaning against the counter and watching as Loran looks up at him from beneath his lashes. There's an electricity in the air between them, tangible and thick enough to choke on. Matt swallows hard, feeling himself growing harder beneath his lab coat.

He pushes himself off the counter and crosses the room to stand beside Loran, carefully avoiding any contact that might seem too familiar or invasive at this point.

The tension in the air intensifies as Matt leans closer to examine Loran's mouth. The younger man tries his best not to flinch or appear too anxious, but it's clear that he's uncomfortable with the situation. His breathing becomes shallower, quickening as adrenaline courses through him in response to this stranger's proximity.

Matt bites back a groan as he feels a twinge of sympathy for Loran; not because of his current discomfort, but because he knows what it's like to be in that position himself. It only makes the task ahead all the more difficult, and Matt struggles to keep his true intentions from showing on his face. He busies himself with examining and preparing his tools, doing everything in his power not to touch Loran any more than he absolutely has to.

But as he works, as his fingers dance across Loran's lips and teeth, he can't help but wonder what it would feel like to have those soft full lips wrapped around him completely, or if Loran would moan in pleasure when he slid inside of him. He curses himself for being such a fool; this is supposed to be about control, about making Loran his completely and utterly. But all Matt can think about right now is the physical aspect of it, the need to feel that body beneath him.

The tension grows thicker between them as Matt continues to work on Lorry's teeth, trying not to think too hard about what would happen when this part of the plan was complete. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he finishes up and steps back, careful not to make any sudden moves that might startle his prey.

Loran's eyes dart back and forth between Matt and the chair he just crawled out of, as if weighing the pros and cons of the situation. His fingers nervously dance across his thighs, revealing a silver ring adorning one of them. After what feels like an eternity, he nods hesitantly. "Alright... I-I'd appreciate that." There's a note of surprise in his voice, almost disbelief, as if he can hardly believe that someone would do something so kind for him without expecting anything in return.

"Really?" Matt asks, feigning surprise. "There's no need to thank me. I just want to help." He crosses the room and sits down on a stool behind his desk, fidgeting with a stack of papers as he speaks. "You know... you remind me of someone I knew once. They were always so kind, so giving... it was incredible how much they did for people." His voice trails off, and he busies himself with straightening the pens in a nearby cup.

"Was that person special to you?" Lorry asks softly, seemingly drawn into Matt's story despite his better judgment. The older man hesitates before answering. "In a way," he says slowly, looking up at Loran from beneath his lashes. "They meant everything to me."

The air between them thickens as Lorry stares at him, searching for some hint of honesty in Matt's expression. Finally, the younger man nods, seemingly satisfied with whatever he sees there. "Well... I appreciate it," he says quietly, flashing a brief smile before looking away once more.

As Lorry slips out of the building and disappears into the evening fog, Matt can't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and nervousness coursing through him. The plan is set; Monday at 9pm, he'll have his prey right where he wants him. He drives home slowly, letting his mind wander to the images of what he intends to do with Lorry once he has him all to himself. His dirty fantasies consume him as he undresses for bed, every inch of his skin burning with desire for the younger man.

He closes his eyes, trying to sleep, but it's useless; thoughts of Lorry keep racing through his mind. He pictures himself pinning Loran down on his bed, kissing him deeply as he explores the warmth between his legs with eager fingers. The mental image of how sweet Loran would taste beneath him drives Matt wild with lust, and for what feels like hours he lies there, fighting against the urge to crawl out of bed and find Lorry right now.

Finally, exhaustion overtakes him, and he drifts off into a fitful sleep. The last thing he sees before darkness claims him is the image of Lorry's trusting eyes looking up at him from beneath his hoodie as he stands there in the reception room.

Loran slips quietly into the building, his heart racing in anticipation of what is to come. He glances around nervously, taking note of Matt's preparations for the surgery. The older man seems so at ease with himself, almost as if he's done this countless times before. It's unnerving.

As Lorry approaches the dentist chair, his knees feel weak and rubbery beneath him. "Are you nervous?" Matt asks softly, looking up from where he stands near the counter. Loran swallows hard, feeling the knot of fear in his stomach grow tighter.

"A little," he manages to whisper. "But I trust you." The words come out before he can stop them, and as soon as they're spoken, a rush of heat fills his cheeks. He looks away quickly, focusing on the dentist chair instead. It's stupid, he knows that, but there's something about the way Matt says things... it's almost like he means it in a different way than Lorry intended.

Matt chuckles softly and shakes his head as he watches Loran squirm. "You don't have to trust me," he says, walking over to stand beside the younger man. His voice drops even lower when he adds, "But I promise I won't hurt you." Lorry feels the muscles in his back tense at the words; it's almost as if Matt is saying something more than just about the operation. It makes him shiver.

"Okay," he whispers, forcing himself to meet Matt's gaze. There's a question in his eyes, and he knows that he should be careful, but there's something about this man that makes it impossible for him not to trust him just a little

Matt watches Lorry carefully as he goes through the motions of drawing his blood, taking note of every shift in his expression and the tightening of muscles beneath his skin. It's fascinating, like watching a living breathing work of art. He has to remind himself not to get too distracted; there's a plan here that needs to be followed.

As Matt busies himself with treating Lorry's symptoms, he can't help but feel a strange mix of disappointment and anger welling up inside him. This wasn't supposed to happen; everything was going according to plan. But now, here they are, with Lorry laid out on the dentist chair looking like death warmed over.

He glances up at the clock, cursing himself for not having set up a backup plan in case something like this happened. Still, there's no point dwelling on it now; he needs to focus on getting Lorry stable again. Taking a deep breath, he administers the ammonia under Lorry's nose and begins to monitor his vitals. After several long minutes, Matt notices a slight improvement in his condition.

"You're starting to look better," he says softly, smoothing back some damp hair from Lorry's forehead. The younger man nods weakly, his eyes fluttering closed as he tries to regain his strength. "I think we have to delay our little operation, puppet" Matt slips up with the little petname he made for Lorry. Luckily, his doll is way too hazy to notice. There's a part of him that wants to keep Lorry here, to continue with their plan no matter what it takes, but the thought of losing him for good if something were to happen is too much to bear.

Loran opens his eyes slowly, gazing up at Matt with a mixture of gratitude and confusion. "Y-you sure?" he asks hesitantly. "I can wait if you need me to..." There's an unspoken plea in those words that cuts straight through to the core of Matt's heart. He swallows hard, forcing himself to maintain a steady voice.

Matt's heart skips a beat as Lorry looks up at him with those dark eyes, his cheeks flushed just slightly with embarrassment. He can feel the blood rushing to his own face, and for a moment he struggles to find words. "No," he manages finally, trying to keep his voice casual even as his heart races in his chest. "Not like that either."

He leans closer, studying Lorry's expression carefully. The younger man looks away again, seemingly uncomfortable with the attention. But there's something in his eyes...an undeniable spark of interest that Matt is sure he didn't imagine. It feels almost like they're flirting now.

"Well, you should find someone, then," he says softly, running a hand through Lorry's hair as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "It's not good to be alone all the time." He pauses for a moment before continuing, feeling slightly daring: "I could even set you up with someone, if you want."

The blush spreads further across Lorry's cheeks at the idea, and Matt feels a thrill course through him. It's amazing how quickly things have changed since this morning; just a few hours ago he was plotting to kidnap this boy, and now they're sharing idle banter. Either way Matt will make sure to claim Lorry fully

"I can give you a ride" Matt drops it off so casually that he is surprised himself. "I dont want to cause any more trouble for you" Loran looks into the window, as jf its a way to escape

Matt drives carefully through the dark streets, careful not to make Lorry feel more anxious than he already does. The younger man sits in the passenger seat, occasionally glancing out the window as they pass by familiar landmarks. Matt can't help but notice how close they are now, their bodies only inches apart, and how Lorry's scent fills the air around them.

He clears his throat, trying to sound casual. "So...where were we talking about earlier? About finding someone for you?" He glances over at Lorry from the corner of his eye, hoping the boy will take the bait and give him an opening. Lorry hesitates for a moment before responding, looking out the window once more.

"I don't know... I never really thought about it." His voice sounds distant, almost wistful. "It just seems like something that would never happen to someone like me." There's a note of self-deprecation in his tone that Matt can't help but find endearing.

Matt watches Lorry doze off with a mixture of tenderness and longing in his heart. Despite everything that's happened between them, he can't help but feel protective towards the younger man. And as he looks at Lorry's soft, rosy lips and perfectly smooth skin, his desire for him only seems to grow stronger.

As Matt drives away from Lorry's apartment building, he finds it difficult to concentrate on the road. His thoughts keep drifting back to the younger man lying peacefully in bed, unaware of how close they are to one another. He imagines himself slipping beneath those silken sheets, feeling the warmth of Loran's body against his own as he explores every inch of that smooth, delicate skin.

His mind fills with dirty fantasies as he drives, reliving over and over again the moments they shared earlier tonight; the way Lorry leaned into his touch and moaned softly, the look in his eyes when Matt promised to take care of him. It's intoxicating, this power he has over Loran, even in such a vulnerable state as sleep.

He knows that for now, at least until tomorrow night when he can carry out their original plan, Lorry is safe. And yet... the temptation to go back, to claim him fully tonight, grows stronger with every mile between them. It's almost like there's a part of himself that doesn't want this game to end, that revels in the chase and the anticipation just as much as the prize itself.

As the hours tick by, Matt finds himself increasingly unable to resist the urge to return to Lorry's apartment building. The image of him asleep in bed, so trusting and vulnerable, plays over and over again in his mind like a sinful loop. He has only been back home for a few hours, but already he feels restless, eager for another taste of the sweet submission that Lorry offers up to him so freely.

He tries to distract himself with work tomorrow; he has to keep up appearances, after all. But even as he sorts through patient files and cleans his equipment, his thoughts drift back again and again to the younger man sleeping peacefully in his bed. The need to claim him completely grows stronger by the moment.

It's late when Matt finally gives into temptation, grabbing his keys and sneaking out of the house once more. He drives with a sense of urgency that borders on desperation, his heart pounding in his chest as he nears Lorry's building. When he parks the car down the block this time, it takes every ounce of self-control he has not to sprint the rest of the way there.

Matt forces himself to maintain a casual air as he watches Lorry collect his things from the grocery store floor. It's obvious that the younger man is still uneasy around him, but there's also an undeniable spark of interest in those eyes that hasn't been there before. He doesn't let on how much it thrills him to see it.

"Well," he says with a shrug, pretending to inspect a nearby display of canned goods, "I just wanted to make sure you didn't forget." His voice carries over the hum of the store's music, and he feels Lorry glance at him out of the corner of his eye. The tension between them grows almost tangible as they continue to stand there in silence.

Finally, Lorry seems to muster up the courage to speak again. "I-I should be going." He looks anywhere but at Matt as he says this, and something inside him tightens painfully at the idea of losing contact with the other man so soon.

"All right," Matt agrees easily, forcing a smile onto his face. "It was good seeing you again, Loran."

As Lorry turns to leave, Matt finds himself unable to resist the urge to reach out and touch him one last time before he disappears from his life once more. He steps forward, moving so quickly that it startles even himself, until he's mere inches away from the younger man. Lorry tenses at the unexpected closeness, eyes widening slightly as Matt cups his cheek with a gentle hand.

"I hope you remember this feeling," he murmurs softly into Lorry's ear, brushing his lips against his neck in a feather-light caress that makes the other man shiver involuntarily. His words send a jolt of arousal straight to Matt's groin, and for a brief moment he considers taking things further here and now.

But no, it would be too much, too soon. Reluctantly, he lets his hand fall back to his side, forcing a casual smile onto his face as Lorry slowly turns back towards him. "Take care of yourself, Loran," he says, his voice low and rough with desire. And then, before the younger man can reply, Matt steps away, giving him just enough room to breathe without it being obvious that there was ever anything else between them at all.

With one final glance in Lorry's direction, he turns on his heel and walks purposefully towards the exit of the store, head held high despite the ache growing in his chest as he leaves the only person who truly understands him behind.

It's the longest night of Matt's life as he sits through work, his mind constantly drifting back to Lorry and their chance encounter at the grocery store. Every patient he sees, every file he sorts, feels like a waste of time when all he wants is to be with the younger man again. He barely remembers to eat or drink anything; his only thoughts revolve around the taste of Loran's lips and the feel of his skin beneath his fingers.

As he injects the needle into Lorry's arm, Matt watches with bated breath as the younger man tenses up at the sensation of the cold metal pressing against his skin. He tries to keep himself from grinning like a fool; this is exactly how he imagined it would be.

"Just relax," he murmurs soothingly, gently squeezing Lorry's shoulder as he starts drawing back the plunger on the syringe. "It'll make you feel better." He's not lying; the anesthesia will dull his pain and make him more pliant for what Matt has planned next.

As Lorry begins to slide further under the influence of the drug, Matt can't help but admire how beautiful he looks in this vulnerable state. His cheeks are flushed, his breathing slow and steady, and there's a hint of dampness along his lower lashes that makes Matt want nothing more than to wipe it away with the pad of his thumb.

Matt carefully carries Lorry up the steps to his flat, feeling a surge of possessiveness flow through him as he holds the younger man close. He can feel the warmth of Loran's body against his chest, and with each steady breath that the other man takes, Matt feels himself growing harder and more aroused beneath the thin fabric of his scrubs.

As they near the front door, Matt finds it difficult to concentrate on anything other than getting Lorry safely inside where no one can find him. He slides a key into the lock and opens the door with shaking hands, stepping aside so that he doesn't accidentally knock his prey over in their haste to get inside.

The flat is quiet and still when they enter; darkness blankets every corner like a thick, suffocating cloak. Matt carries Lorry into the bedroom and carefully lowers him onto the bed before beginning to undress himself, revealing his muscular form beneath. His breath catches in his throat as he looks down at Lorry lying there, beautiful and helpless on the bed. He crawls up beside him, feeling the softness of the pillow and sheets beneath their bare skin as he trails kisses along Loran's cheek and neck.

"Mine," he whispers hoarsely against Lorry's ear before pinning his arms above his head with one hand, leaning down to claim his mouth in a hungry, possessive kiss. His free hand slides down between them, cupping Loran's ass and roughly squeezing as his tongue duels with the other man's, desperate for dominance and submission.

Matt moans into Lorry's mouth at the feel of his lips and tongue wrestling beneath him, his hips bucking urgently against the younger man's ass in a primitive attempt to claim him fully. His fingers continue to tease and torment Lorry's sensitive flesh as he takes his time kissing and nipping along his neck and collarbone. He trails lower still, taking one of Loran's hardened nipples between his teeth and rolling it gently with his tongue before moving even further south, skimming over the ridges of Lorry's abdomen and teasing at the curls hiding his erection.

He feels himself grow harder as he gets a good look at how turned on Loran is beneath him; seeing him like this, so beautiful and desperate for release, only serves to stoke the flames of Matt's desire. He slides a hand down between their bodies, wrapping his fingers around Lorry's length and beginning to stroke slowly, teasingly.

"Matt..." Loran gasps out hoarsely, arching into the touch with a needy moan that sends shudders through Matt's entire body. The sound of him calling his name like that is enough to drive him mad with want; it feels so right, so natural to hear those lips uttering words only meant for him. He increases the pace of his strokes, slipping a slick finger inside Lorry and curling it upwards, searching for that spot deep inside that will have them both coming apart in sweet agony.

His other hand still holds Loran's wrist above his head, but he doesn't feel any urge to be rough with him now; the younger man is too perfect just as he is. Instead, he leans down and presses a chaste kiss to Lorry

As he kisses his way down Lorry's neck once more, Matt begins to thrust harder and faster between the younger man's legs, his moans of pleasure muffled against Loran's skin. The feel of their bodies sliding together is exquisite, like pure unadulterated bliss coursing through him with every stroke.

The bed creaks beneath them as they rock together in a rhythm that grows wilder and more frenzied by the moment; Matt's free hand grips Lorry's hip tightly while his other continues to torment his prostate, driving him closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. He can feel himself growing dangerously close as well; the sight of Loran beneath him, so beautiful and flushed with desire, makes it almost impossible for him to keep from losing control completely.

Finally, he feels Lorry tense in his arms, a harsh gasp ripped from his lips as he comes hard, shuddering and arching off the bed for what feels like an eternity before collapsing back against the mattress with a satisfied sigh. Matt is right on his heels, groaning out Lorry's name as he explodes inside of him, hot seed spilling between their bodies in the most intense orgasm he's ever experienced.

The aftermath feels almost anticlimactic; they lie together for several long moments, panting and catching their breath, as reality slowly begins to seep back into the room around them. But despite the haze of pleasure still clouding his mind, Matt can't shake the feeling that something is off. Something about Lorry looks different tonight...

He pushes this thought aside for now; later he'll puzzle over it. Right now he wants nothing more than to curl

It feels so good to lie there, nestled against Lorry's warm body like this; he can feel the steady rhythm of his breath on the nape of his neck and it sends shivers of pleasure down his spine. As much as he wants to savor this moment, a part of him is eager for more, craving the rush of power and dominance that comes from claiming Lorry completely.

His fingers trail idly over Loran's chest, tracing circles around a tiny pebble of flesh before teasing at his nipple once more, rolling it gently between his thumb and forefinger as he watches the younger man's face in the dim light. The flush has begun to fade from Lorry's cheeks, leaving them a soft, healthy pink against his pale skin. His eyes are half-closed now, lashes fluttering gently against his cheeks as he catches his breath.

"You taste so good," Matt whispers hoarsely, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to Lorry's lips before trailing more down along his jaw and neck. "I could eat you up all night long." He giggles slightly at the thought, feeling both playful and possessive at once. There's something about having Lorry here, under him like this... it feels right in a way he can't quite explain.

But then there's that look in his eyes, like he's hiding something behind the exhaustion and contentment. Matt isn't sure what to make of it; he wants to believe it's just weariness from everything they've been through today. He tilts Lorry's chin up with one finger so that he can meet his gaze again, studying him

It's impossible to ignore the way Lorry looks at him; there's something in his expression that makes Matt's skin crawl with unease. He tries not to let it show, though, instead focusing on the sensation of being so deep inside him like this. The younger man's body is so perfect around him, hot and tight despite the lingering aftereffects of the drugs; every thrust feels almost impossibly good.

He leans down to kiss Lorry again as he begins to pick up speed, moaning against his lips at the way their bodies fit together so perfectly. despite the lingering sense that something isn't quite right here. It's almost like...he can feel Lorry holding back from him somehow.

But still there's no release; Lorry remains quiet, his eyes empty and far away as if he were somewhere else entirely. It frustrates Matt beyond measure; this isn't how it's supposed to be. He should have him wrapped around his finger by now...but instead, here they are, moving together

Matt freezes in horror as he watches Lorry's body begin to convulse uncontrollably, the foam spilling from his lips like blood from a wound. His skin turns grayish white and clammy beneath Matt's hands; it feels like ice against his burning flesh. Fear surges through him in waves, making it impossible for him to think straight.

"For fuck's sake!" he cries out, trying desperately to rouse the younger man from whatever hellish nightmare has him in its grip. The only sound filling the room is Lorry's labored breathing and the harsh, gurgling noises coming from his throat as he fights for air between each seizure.

The sound of Lorry's labored breathing echoes through the room like a death knell as Matt watches over him, helpless and horrified by what has just transpired. The antidote takes effect almost immediately, bringing an end to the seizures at last, but it does little to ease his mind or dampen the growing panic in his chest.

He tries not to think about how close he came to...to doing things that he shouldn't have done. There's a sickening weight in his stomach as he realizes just how far he crossed the line tonight, and it scares him more than anything else ever has.

As Lorry begins to stir, groaning softly and twitching beneath the sheets, Matt moves to kneel at his side, gently brushing the damp strands of hair from his forehead. There are dark circles under his eyes, and his skin is pale and clammy still; he looks so fragile lying there, like he might shatter into a million pieces if anyone were to touch him roughly enough.

It's been a long night, filled with moments of exhilarating triumph and crushing defeat in equal measure. Now that the dust has settled and Lorry is finally beginning to come around, Matt finds himself unsure of how he feels about any of it. There's no denying that he wants the younger man, desperately; their bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle meant for each other. But there's also this growing sense of unease deep in his gut that refuses to go away, making him question everything he thought he knew about Lorry and their relationship up until now.

As he watches Lorry sleep, the younger man's chest rising and falling rhythmically beneath the sheets, Matt can't help but wonder if maybe he shouldn't have forced things so much tonight. Maybe next time...next time they could take it slow, get to know each other on a deeper level before making any big decisions about where they stand or what their future might hold together.

He shifts uncomfortably on the threadbare couch, trying to find a position that will let him get even an hour of decent sleep before work in the morning. It's no use; every time he closes his eyes, all he can see is Lorry's face twisted in pain and terror, foam dripping from his lips as his body writhed helplessly on the bed.

Guilt gnaws at him like a ravenous beast, tearing at his insides until he thinks he might vomit up every last morsel of food he's ever consumed. It wasn't supposed to happen like this, not like this at all...but now here they are, tangled up in a mess of their own making, and Matt doesn't know how to untangle them without hurting Lorry even

Matt sighs heavily, rubbing a weary hand over his face as he thinks about all the things that are plaguing him today. It feels like there's a lead weight in his chest, making it difficult to breathe or think clearly. The image of Lorry lying helpless on the bed last night, writhing and convulsing under the influence of the roofies, plays over and over again in his mind like a horrific loop from which he can't escape.

It wasn't supposed to happen that way; he never intended for things to get so out of control. But now here they are, with Lorry still tied up in bed and Matt feeling more conflicted than ever about what comes next.

Alice's presence only serves to aggravate him further; her perfect hair, her knowing smirk...it all just feels like salt rubbed into an open wound at the moment. He glares at her across his messy desk before turning back to his computer screen with a huff, focusing on the reports he needs to finish for work today.

It's not until hours later, as the sun begins its descent beyond the window and shadows creep across the room like mischievous children playing hide-and-seek, that Matt finally allows himself to consider going home. His stomach is in knots at the thought of seeing Lorry again; he's not sure what he'll say or do when they're face-to-face. All he knows is that there's a strange tension between them now, something deeper and more unsettling than anything they've experienced before.

Pushing his chair back from the desk, Matt stands with a groan, rolling his shoulders to work out the kinks that have settled in during the long day at work. He p

Matt's heart lurches in his chest as he takes in Lorry's confused, fearful expression; the sight makes him feel guilty and ashamed all over again. He forces a reassuring smile onto his face, kneeling down beside the bed so that they are at eye level with one another. "It's okay," he whispers, reaching out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from Lorry's forehead. The younger man flinches away instinctively, and Matt winces inwardly, regretting his impulse.

Matt nods understandingly at Lorry's words, trying to ignore the knot of unease that forms in his stomach when the younger man speaks of being grateful for his help. It doesn't feel right; it feels like there should be more between them than just this strange mix of dominance and gratitude.

"That's why I brought you here," he continues, voice gentle despite the rough edge of truth that lies beneath its surface. "So we could have some time alone, just the two of us. I thought it would be nice to get to know each other better...away from all the distractions back at your place."

He reaches out again, this time moving to lightly rest his fingers against Lorry's jaw; the younger man doesn't pull away, but he also doesn't lean into the touch. It's a delicate balance that Matt isn't sure how to navigate. The silence between them grows heavy, each breath they take seeming louder and more significant than the last.

"So," Matt finally says with a small laugh, trying desperately to break the tension in the room, "what do you want to talk about? What's something I can do for you?" He watches Lorry carefully, hoping for some clue as to what the younger man might need or want in this moment.

Their eyes meet and hold, locked together in a silent conversation that feels almost physical; Matt can feel his heart racing in his chest, their connection growing stronger by the second despite all of his efforts to deny it.

It's strange, this newfound power that Matt feels over Lorry; it intoxicates him in a way he'd never expected. He knows it would be easy to take advantage of the younger man right now, to push him into doing things he might not truly want simply because he can't refuse. But for some reason, the thought makes him uncomfortable; there's something about Lorry that makes him want more than just submission and obedience.

He leans in closer, their bodies so close now that Matt can feel the warmth radiating off of Lorry's skin. The younger man shivers slightly at his touch, goosebumps rising along his arms despite the heat between them. "Maybe we should take it slow," he whispers, pressing a light kiss to Lorry's cheek before trailing more down his neck and collarbone. It feels good to have Lorry here in his apartment; the intimacy of it all is almost too much for him to handle at times.

"You don't have to be afraid of me," he murmurs, drawing circles with his finger around one tightened nipple before flicking it gently with his thumb. "I know we just met, but I want you to trust me." There's a raw honesty in his voice that surprises even him; it makes him wonder if perhaps there is more at stake here than he initially realized.

Matt's laugh is sharp and mocking as he watches Lorry head for the door. He knows that the younger man isn't actually angry; it's just a front, a defense mechanism to keep him at bay. But the fact that Lorry even thinks he has the option of leaving stings more than anything else could.

With a frustrated growl, Matt surges to his feet, crossing the short distance between them in a few swift strides. "What?" he snaps, grabbing Lorry roughly by the arm and spinning him back around to face him. "Did you really think I was just going to let you walk out of here?"

Lorry's eyes widen in alarm, his face flushing red with embarrassment and anger. It only serves to fuel Matt's ire; he knows the younger man is hurting right now, but he can't seem to stop himself from pushing further. "You belong to me now," he hisses, leaning close enough that Lorry can feel his hot breath on his cheek. "I brought you here, I saved your life...you owe me everything."

He releases Lorry's arm roughly, stepping back and sweeping his hands out in a dramatic gesture. "So what do you say, hm? Are you going to leave?" He watches Lorry intently, hoping for some sign of submission or fear...anything that would make it clear to him just how much power he has over the younger man right now.

A growl rumbles deep in Matt's throat as he watches Lorry jerk at the door, struggling to open it even though it's already closed shut. His eyes narrow to slits; his shoulders bunch up with tension as rage courses through him like lava. There is no room for emotion here now; there is only the need to assert dominance and remind Lorry who is in control.

He moves swiftly, crossing the distance between them in what feels like the blink of an eye. Before Lorry even realizes what's happening, Matt has him pinned against the door with a single hand pressed tightly against his throat. The younger man's eyes go wide with fear and surprise as he tries futilely to break free from Matt's vice-like grip.

"Don't you ever speak to me like that," he snarls, his voice low and deadly. "You should be grateful I let you live, let alone allow you in my apartment." There's a dark edge to his words that make Lorry's blood run cold; the realization dawning on him for perhaps the first time that Matt isn't just playing a game anymore.

He pushes harder against Lorry's throat, feeling the warmth of his breath fanning against his palm. "Do you understand me?" he demands, staring deep into Lorry's frightened eyes. There is a strange thrill coursing through him as he watches the younger man squirm helplessly under his touch; it feels good to have the power once again, even if it means bringing someone else so close to the edge of pain and panic.

"You're such a fool," Matt mutters as Lorry squirms wildly against his grip, futile attempts to break free doing nothing more than amusing the older man. "Do you honestly think I wouldn't catch you?" He leans in close, allowing their bodies to brush together even as he holds the younger man pinned to the wall with one powerful arm. The heat between them is palpable; it feels almost tangible, like a living thing clawing its way out of both their chests and seeking release.

Matt's other hand moves to cup Lorry's cheek, his thumb tracing idle circles over the younger man's lips. "You belong with me," he murmurs against Lorry's ear, feeling his voice grow thick with desire. The heady mix of anger and lust that surges through him makes it almost impossible to think straight; his blood hums with a wild energy that threatens to consume them both if he doesn't do something to release it soon.

He dips his head, claiming Lorry's mouth in a bruising kiss, their tongues tangling and wrestling as they strive for dominance against each other. It feels almost primitive in its intensity; an animalistic urge to mark their territory and establish who is stronger, smarter, more desirable.

The younger man gasps into his mouth as Matt's hand slides down his body, grasping firmly at the hem of Lorry's shirt before yanking it upwards, revealing smooth skin and a line of dark hair leading southward towards his hips. His breath catches in his throat, his eyes meeting Matt's once more as if seeking permission to feel what he knows is coming next: the sting of pain mingled with pleasure that will only serve to heighten everything

Lorry feels his chest tighten as Matt drags him back into the room; he doesn't want this, but at the same time, he can't deny the thrill that races through him whenever the older man touches him. It's a twisted sort of enjoyment that only seems to intensify with each word spoken and action taken.

As they enter the room, Matt releases his grip on Lorry's collar but keeps close, their bodies barely an inch apart despite the lack of physical contact. He can feel Lorry trembling beneath his touch; sees the confusion and desire warring for control in those beautiful blue eyes. The younger man tries to speak, to say something that will change this course they're on, but no words come out; only breathy gasps and choked sobs that serve only to further enflame Matt's passion.

He takes a step back, looking down at Lorry with an almost predatory gaze. The younger man whimpers softly, anticipating whatever torment or pleasure is about to be inflicted upon him next. His breathing comes hard and fast; the muscles in his abdomen clench and release rhythmically as he struggles to control himself.

"I can show you a pervert, babe," he repeats with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. It unsettles Lorry more than anything else has so far; there is something predatory about it that makes him want to flee in the opposite direction. "But first..." He reaches up, running his fingers through Lorry'

Matt's hand finds the hem of Lorry's shirt, pushing it upward with a practiced motion to reveal smooth skin and defined muscles beneath. His other hand travels lower still, slipping under the waistband of Lorry's boxers and finally making contact with his hip. There is an unmistakable heat there that sends a jolt of lust coursing through Matt's veins.

He moves closer, pressing their bodies together once more as he begins to push down on Lorry's hips, encouraging him to step out of his boxers and boxer briefs. The younger man moans softly at the sensation of being completely exposed, feeling Matt's hard length grind against his thigh.

Matt smirks wickedly before lowering his head, taking one of Lorry's nipples between his teeth and tugging gently. A strangled cry escapes the younger man's throat as heat pools low in his belly; he arches into Matt's touch, pressing closer still. The older man releases the nipple with a satisfied hum and moves higher, kissing Lorry deeply before trailing his tongue along the younger man's jaw and up to his earlobe.

"I can show you how to be mine," he whispers hoarsely against Lorry's skin. "But first...you have to prove that you belong to me." With that, he moves lower once more, pushing Lorry's boxers and underwear down his legs until they pool at his feet.

Lorry trembles in anticipation as Matt slowly runs his fingers along the length of his erection, teasingly brushing the sensitive tip before cupping him firmly in his palm. He looks up into Lorry's eyes and smirks

Matt looks down at Lorry lying in his lap with a mixture of desire and satisfaction coursing through him. The younger man's exposed body is like an offering, begging for the older man's touch. But first...he needs to establish who is in control here. He tightens his grip on Lorry's waist, holding him still as he brings his free hand up to palm sharply against the younger man's ass cheek.

Lorry yelps in pain, arching his back and pressing closer into the sensation of Matt's hand. He feels so exposed and helpless beneath Matt's touch; it's a foreign feeling that sends shockwaves of emotion through him.

"I have to punish you for misbehaving," Matt whispers against Lorry's ear, his warm breath fanning over sensitive skin. He feels the younger man shudder beneath him at the sound of his voice; it only serves to intensify the thrill coursing through him. With one last slap across Lorry's ass, he continues, "So you better learn your lesson, puppet."

He leans forward again, kissing along the column of Lorry's neck before speaking against warm, yielding flesh: "You belong to me now. You do what I say when I say it." The words come out rough and demanding; there is no room for hesitation or defiance in them.

Matt watches as Lorry squirms and cries out beneath his touch; it's a powerful display of dominance that sends a shudder of satisfaction through him. He spanks the younger man's ass once more, hard enough to make Lorry gasp in pain before leaning down to kiss along the column of his neck, soothing and teasing at the same time.

"You know you belong to me," he murmurs against Lorry's skin, his hand sliding lower between their bodies until it finds the younger man's rapidly hardening length. "This is just a reminder of that." With practiced ease, he wraps his fingers around Lorry and begins to stroke him in time with each spank across his ass.

"Say it," he commands. "Tell me you belong to me." His free hand tightens once more on Lorry's waist, holding the younger man still as he feels himself growing impossibly hard beneath his touch; the knowledge that he has this kind of power over someone so beautiful and strong is intoxicating.

He can feel Lorry tensing beneath him, feel the younger man's body beginning to arch in response to his touch. "Tell me," he urges, his voice rough with desire. "Say it."

It takes all of Matt's self-control not to laugh at Lorry's futile attempts to escape; it's such a pathetic display that he can hardly stand it. Instead, he watches the younger man with hungry eyes, marveling at how beautifully vulnerable he looks right now. Despite his earlier protests and pleas for mercy, there is something deep inside of Lorry that still wants this; craves the release and surrender that only Matt can give him.

He lays a hand on Lorry's hip, squeezing gently before sliding it lower to caress his ass cheek, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. "You are so full of contradictions," he whispers against Lorry's neck, his lips brushing against the soft skin there. "You beg for me one moment and then try to run away the next."

Lorry moans, squirming as Matt's hand continues its sensual exploration. He's never been so confused in his life; he hates how much power this man has over him, but at the same time, he can't deny that it feels good...that it makes him feel things he never thought possible.

Matt lets his hand rest for a moment, admiring Lorry's pale skin and flushed cheeks. Then, with practiced ease, he slicks one finger with lube and presses it against the younger man's entrance. "This is your punishment," he murmurs as he slowly begins to push his finger inside. "But it's also going to be your reward."

Matt takes his time, working one finger in and out of Lorry's ass as he watches the younger man struggle beneath him. It's an erotic display that tightens his balls and makes it difficult for him to breathe; he can feel himself growing hard against Lorry's back with each passing moment.

As he continues, a third finger slides in smoothly, stretching Lorry wide until he's gasping for air and shuddering from the sensation. His hips move helplessly against Matt's hand, seeking more contact as his body begins to adjust to the intrusion.

He leans down once again, pressing a hungry kiss against Lorry's neck. "I told you it would be your reward," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. His free hand reaches between their bodies and begins to stroke Lorry's hard length in time with each thrust of his fingers inside.

Lorry cries out, arching his back and pressing closer still into Matt's touch. It feels so good...so wrong...but he can't help but want more. The shame and guilt that accompanied his earlier attempts at escape fade away beneath the onslaught of pleasure coursing through him; all that remains is the need for release, for Matt to finally claim him completely.

The older man's hand tightens around Lorry's erection, drawing it roughly to the edge of pain before easing up again, teasing and tormenting with expert precision. He can feel Lorry's body tense beneath him, ready to explode at any moment now...and he savors the power that comes from holding back just long enough to watch his puppet lose control completely.

Matt watches as Lorry struggles to come to terms with what he's about to do, and it only serves to heighten his own arousal. There is nothing more erotic than seeing the younger man squirm under his touch, his beautiful features twisted into a mask of anger and shame.

He lets out a low growl as he positions himself between Lorry's legs; watching with hungry eyes as Lorry parts his knees to reveal everything. With a sudden thrust, Matt buries himself inside the younger man in one hard, deep motion. It feels impossibly good; tight and warm around him as Lorry's body greedily accepts every inch of his length.

Lorry cries out, arching his back off the mattress as he feels himself stretched to capacity by Matt's girth. "Matt!" he sobs, trying desperately to push away from the sensation that is both exquisite and overwhelming. But it only serves to drive Matt deeper still; he pins Lorry to the bed with his weight, relentlessly fucking him until there's nowhere else for the younger man to go.

The older man's movements are rough and demanding; each thrust punctuated by a harsh word or growl that sends shivers down Lorry's spine. "You belong to me," he grunts, slamming into his puppet with enough force to send the bed rocking on its ancient springs. "I own you." He pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back in again, claiming Lorry over and over until the younger man is reduced to a sobbing, pleading mess beneath him.

The words flow from Matt like a torrent of venom, hissing across Lorry's skin and leaving a trail of shame in their wake. Each harsh thrust deep inside the younger man serves only to drive home just how powerless he truly is; how completely at the mercy of the older man's desires.

Lorry cries out, arching his back as Matt hits him over and over again. His hips move helplessly against the hand gripping his hip, seeking release but finding none in this brutal mating. Sweat beads on his forehead, trickles down between his shoulder blades, soaks into the sheets beneath them as he struggles to breathe through gasps and moans.

Matt watches Lorry's expression closely, reveling in the knowledge that despite everything, there is still pleasure to be found in this twisted game they play together. He leans down, bites at the younger man's neck just hard enough to leave a bruise before whispering against warm skin, "Do you want me to stop?" His thrusts grow more brutal with every syllable; Lorry's cries growing louder in response as he is forced deeper into submission.