“Being marked by my pet? Of course. I don’t mind being claimed as yours and yours alone.” He answered. Hearing him say that pulled the last bit of restraint I had out of me, causing my climax to rip through my entire body. I’d never felt such an incredible climax before.
“Sorry.” I whispered, dropping my head onto his shoulder.
“Don’t be. Watching your O-face made me cum too.” He hugged me, “I hope you don’t think this a on round type of situation.” I chuckled at his statement.
“Where have you been my whole life?” I slipped myself out of Vincent, took off the condom, tied it off, and tossed it to the side.
“Waiting for you to see me.” He answered quietly.
“What?” I didn’t ask because I didn’t hear him, it was mostly out of shock from the almost confession.
Vincent sat up on him knees and crawled to me at the edge of the bed. His hands rested on my shoulders as he pulled his body closer to mine. Our faces were so close that his nose brushed against mine. The whole time he moved, his eyes never once left mine.
“I may have a small… teeny tiny secret that I’ve been keeping from you for as long as I’ve known you…” He said in a gentle, not quite whispering, voice.
I cocked my head to the side and rose an eyebrow at him questioningly, “And what would that be?”
Is he about to tell me he has feelings for me? Have I been oblivious to his feelings this whole time?! I mean, sure we flirted back and forth, but that doesn’t always mean feelings are involved.
“Well. To be completely honest, I’ve wanted to dominate you for a long time. I’ve always thought you were hot. And I’ve always wanted you as my partner for this type of thing.” That was not exactly what I was expecting… no hoping to hear him say. Maybe he didn’t want to be in the same type of relationship with me, that I wanted to be in with him. But then there’s the comment about marking him as only mine and now this… I’m getting mixed signals from him now. I don’t know what he wants from me. I genuinely hoped it wasn’t just a sexual relationship that he wanted from me…
“That’s all?” I asked before I could stop myself.
“What do you mean ‘that’s all’? I tell you I want you as my sub and that’s your response?” He backed away from me.
“I mean. Despite just now. I’m not a sub. So…” No… that’s not what I want to say. I shouldn’t ruin this right now.
“So what? You don’t want to be my partner then?” He asked, clearly upset.
“No. I won't be a sub. I told you that before we started this.” I answered calmly.
Vincent just gaped at me, “Yet you agreed to this anyway. You know, you bitch about Dominic all the time, but I doubt he was the only problem when you two were fucking.” He shifted off the bed and began pulling on his pants.
“First of all. Dom and I weren’t just ‘fucking’. That makes it sound like we were nothing more than fuck buddies. I don’t do fuck buddies. Dom was my boyfriend, more like a lover than just a fuck buddy. And Secondly, what is that supposed to mean?” I followed in suit, finding my clothes and getting dressed now.
“Oh who cares about titles?!” Vincent rose his voice.
“I care. For me, it’s not just being in a D/s relationship. I want the privilege of being able to love my partner. Not just get off a few times and leave. I want to love and be loved. I want someone I can spend the rest of my life with, someone I can call my best friend, someone I might one day get to marry. I want a partner in life. Not just a partner to keep my bed warm. And if that’s all you’re looking for, then clearly this was a mistake. I should have put more thought into this before I let myself… You know what, I think I’m gonna go ahead and show myself out.” I shouted back.
I walked away from Vincent, not taking the chance to look back to see if anything I said had hurt him. I wanted to cool my head a little bit before things got any worse. How did it all take a turn for the worst? We were doing so good just before that.
I was almost out the door, when I felt a small tug on the back of the hem of my shirt. I turned to face Vincent, ready to fight again, but when I saw his face, my entire demeanor changed instantaneously.
“Don’t… don’t leave. That’s not what I want.” He whispered in a meek voice. He had such a sad puppy face, looking like he might cry any second.
“I can’t do the type of relationship you want, Vincent.” I replied.
“I want the same things as you, though.” He said, still keeping his voice timid. “Do you really think this was a mistake?”
I watched him and he let the tears fall, waiting for my answer. “No Vincent. I don’t think that. I only said it because it felt like all you wanted from me was a fun fuck buddy.”
Vincent buried his face in his hands and sniffled loudly. I pulled him into my arms and hugged him tight.
“I’m sorry I made it seem like that. It’s not what I meant. I’m not very good with my words sometimes. I want you to be my partner. The way you described it… not the way I did. I want to be able to get to know you more intimately. And I want to be the one you get to share your happiness with… I want you to be the one I share my happiness with.”
I squeezed him a little tighter, “That didn’t come out bad.” I loosened my grip and made him look up at me, “Vincent, I really like you. And if you are willing to work slowly with me, I’m willing to submit to you. But I want an actual relationship, not only sex.”
I felt bad thinking that he looked so beautiful crying, because I was the reason he was crying,, and it wasn’t in a good way. He wiped away the few tears that had fallen, smudging his liner a little more, and sniffled.
“Do you want to go on a date with me?” He asked.
“I’d really love that. It’s still pretty early in the afternoon, so do you want to go after we both clean up a little bit?” I countered.
“Yes! Let’s go clean the room and shower!” He smile brightly.
“Woah hang on. If we’re going on a date, I need to go back to the station to get my nice date type clothes. I can’t wear this for our first date.” I replied.
“Why the station? Why not you home?”
I sighed, knowing eventually I’ll to tell him but I didn’t want to sour this mood we just fixed, “Remember how I asked you not to ask about my scars? Let’s put that one on the list of emotional scars not to ask about for now.”
“Oh. Okay. Well then can’t we just call like Dan or the Old Man to bring you something to wear?” He asked, looking at me with hopeful eyes.
I sighed again, “Yeah sure. That’s fine I guess.” I answered, pulling out my phone to text Markus.
“Hey bring me my nice clothes. I’m at Vincent’s place.”
“How about ‘Hey Papa, sorry for being a dick, will you forgive me?’” Markus texted back. I rolled my eyes.
Pressing the eyeroll Emoji first, I replied, “Hey Papa. I’m sorry I was a dick to you earlier, even though you were only trying to look out for me. I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you. Will you please forgive my outburst this time?”
“Would have been better without the eyeroll. But I forgive you, Piccolo. And yeah, I’ll be there in a few.” He answered.
“Markus said he’ll be here soon with my clothes.” I told Vincent.
“Great. Now let’s go back to the bedroom and clean up while we wait.” He ordered with a smile that was somehow both sweet and excited at the same time.
A/N: Well how about a little drama? Communication is (one) key to a healthy relationship! Think they'll manage to work through that fight and go on the date?