The simple truth of it was that Ronde was a gay man who didn’t understand gay men.
Through out what could reasonably called his love life, Ronde had found that the best way to maintain any relationship was to take all the feelings and passion out of it. With no feelings, no one got hurt.
It was one of the reasons he had gotten into submission and dominance. If you played your cards right, there was no love there. There was only control and the absence of control.
Too often, Ronde had met a man that he had liked enough to see again. Only to have the man turn around and say that they’d like to just be friends. Ronde didn’t understand it. You indicated your interest, and they ran. You gave them what they wanted and they ran.
You showed them affection and they ran. You had sex with them, something any man wanted, and they ran. You told them you liked them and they ran. You told them you wanted to see them again and they stopped calling.
Ronde didn’t understand it. Why did it have to be “Give them what they want and they will go away”? Why couldn’t it be “If you rub it, they will come?” Being dominant was easier. It was easier than all the silence, all the waiting, all the nonsense and petty excuses that men handed out.
So instead, he dominated. He controlled someone else’s life as much as he could so that he would never get close to him. But Ronde had a problem. He was in love with his slave.
Now, there had to be a certain amount of attraction between a master and a slave, otherwise, why bother? But he had fallen in love with Ivan. He wasn’t sure when it had happened. Wasn’t sure when the growing warmth for Ivan had grown into love.
The truth of the matter was that love pissed him off. It didn’t help that some phsyco had ripped Bluegrass to shreds. That meant that none of them were safe. Not that they were very safe to begin with.
Ivan spoke, shaking him out of his reverie. “They’ll find him,” Ivan said. “You know they will.”
“I haven’t given you permission to speak.” His voice was hard and cold. He tried to keep his voice hard to disguise the need he felt for Ivan. Even now, he wanted to bury his nose against the hollow of Ivan’s neck, breathe deeply of his scent.
“I know you haven’t, but you’ve been pacing a hole in the floor. Why don’t you come over here and teach me a lesson for speaking out of turn?” Ivan grinned. “It might make you feel better.”
Ronde grinned and the flutter of nervousness flared inside of him. It warmed him completely. The thought of touching Ivan, or tasting him made him want Ivan more. “It might.”
“Alright then.” Ivan said. He lowered himself to his knees in front of him.. “I’m yours.” He said. “Do with me as you will.”
In those words, Ronde heard the love that had been long absent from his life. He heard the love that Ivan felt for him. Ronde’s heart ached for Ivan, ached for the love he denied himself. Tears slid down his cheeks.
“What’s wrong?” Ivan asked. “Ronde, what’s wrong?”
Ronde shook his head and took Ivan’s hands instead. He helped Ivan to stand, kissing him when he was level. “I release you.” Ronde said.
“From what?”
“From this.” Ronde said. “I don’t want you to be my slave anymore.”
“Why?” At the pained look on Ivan’s face, Ronde’s heart broke into a million pieces.
“Because I’m in love with you. I can’t make a man I love my slave.” He said.
“And I love you.” Ivan said.
Ronde looked up, shock on his face. The millions of pieces of his heart reshaped themselves inside of him. “You do?”
“Yep,”
“Since when?”
“About the time you picked me up at the bar.” Ivan said.
“I thought it was just me, that I loved you but could never have you.”
“Nope.” Ivan said. “You complete me.”
When they kissed this time, passion bloomed in the space between their lips. “Are you going to take me to bed?” Ivan asked.
“I thought you’d never ask.” Ronde said. He put a collar attached to a leash around Ivan’s neck. “Come on.”
“I thought I wasn’t your slave anymore.” Ivan said.
“You’re not.” A blush ran along Ronde’s cheeks. “I just want to get kinky with you.”
The passion that was between them bloomed into need. “I thought you’d never ask.” Ivan said.
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