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From: (Anonymous)

“I see there are some new developments in your life.” Leo said as he brought a hand up and grazed the collar on his neck ever so slightly.

Heat rose up Nicky’s neck at Leo noticing and calling out the collar. It had been a small point of contention in their relationship, one among many. Near the end of their relationship Nicky had played with the idea of having a symbol of their commitment to each other, and Leo thought… Well, he had thought differently. And, present day Nicky was glad it had never come to fruition as well.

“So, does he know what a slut you are?” Leo pressed in a low, deprecating voice when Nicky never replied. “That you’ve slept with over half the men that come to this club?”

“Yes. He doesn’t care.” Nicky answered, trying to come off as bristled and testy. Unfortunately, this uncomfortable exchange was making his mouth run a little dry, causing his voice to break at the end, ruining his attempt to keep his words firm and confident.

It was true. That he had slept with a lot of men the first few years he had first gotten into the scene. He had been twenty-two, freshly out of the closet, and horny as hell. All of the sex had been safe, but there had been a lot of it. And, a lot of it had actually happened in the present club itself and those similar to it around the city. Scene nights where he had been wrapped in rope and then ruined by man after man. It helped him let go, to free himself from the cage it felt like his mind was sometimes. There was nothing quite like having your thoughts fucked out of you. It had actually been one of those nights that he and Leo had met.

He could still remember that night, vividly. Leo in tight, black, leather pants and no shirt. His broad chest blanketed beautifully with a thick layer of curly, dark brown hair. He had walked slowly up to Nicky, strapped down on a bench that secured his arms along the legs and kept his ass and mouth accessible. He had pulled Nicky’s head to his crotch roughly. “Open it.” He had said, and Nicky moved to open his pants with his mouth. It had been awkward, and hot, and once it was over and he had Leo’s cum all over his face, he had been hooked.

They exchanged numbers when Nicky saw him again the following week, and the rest was history.

Nicky remembered sitting Joe down to tell him about his slightly debaucherous past. Some men, he had found, had a really hard time being with somebody who would ‘allow’ themselves to be treated like that or some other nonsense. It had actually turned into a fantastic night where they both were able to discuss what they did and didn’t want in a long term relationship. Nicky had said he was down for anything, and Joe had said he needed explicit conversations and consent for anything new they both wanted to do. Also, Joe wanted exclusivity, and Nicky was turning into a tired, old man who was having a hard time getting out of bed the next Monday to go to work after being destroyed on a Saturday night. Their needs and wants aligning so well, it was just like the way their bodies seemed to fit together like perfectly matched puzzle pieces.

Leo was nonplussed by Nicky’s short answer. Instead, he grinned and asked, “Oh, is that how you guys met?”

If possible, Nicky’s cheeks flushed even more at those words.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

It hadn’t been. In fact, they had met in one of the most vanilla ways possible. Being set up on a blind date by their mutual friends. Yes, they were mutual friends in the kink scene, but it had only been suggested because of how compatible they had seemed, in kink and in life. After the heavy and toilsome relationship with Leo that had probably been more about kink than love, his relationship with Joe felt grown up. They talked about their jobs, their passions, their families. Not just conversations about toys they had bought and positions or scenes they wanted to try. Those conversations definitely played in the mix, but there were other ones too.

At the moment, Nicky was not comfortable where this present exchange was headed. His eyes flicked to the door to the backstage area of the club, and he wished Joe would magically appear through it.

Leo just grinned wider and moved closer to Nicky. “Yeah, well I’m still in town for a few more days if you want to remember how it feels to get fucked by a real man.”

Nicky slid as far back as he could at the predatory look in Leo’s eyes. He didn’t want to cause a loud incident that would pull over curious eyes, but the only way out of the booth was either scooting past Leo or jumping over the table. Neither seemed like great options.

This had always been Leo’s form of dominance, too. In his younger years, it had been an incredible turn on. To be told what to do without any previous conversation, to believe in some magical way for his partner to know exactly how hard to push him without hurting him or causing irreparable damage. Looking back on it now - their lack of communication, his naive trust - he was beginning to see Leo’s actions for how manipulative, disparaging, even a little abusive they really were, back when he mistook dominance for love. Back before he’d had a partner that cared about him like Joe did.

“Joe doesn’t like to share.” Nicky said back, sitting up straight and tall as he prepared to get away from this man one way or another.

“Oh, did he have to beat the slut out of you too?” Leo asked nonchalantly, taking a sip of whiskey while staring both condescendingly curious and harsh eyes into Nicky’s.

His words made Nicky flashback to the last time he had done a floor show while they had been together. They’d had conversations about Nicky still participating in the shows and fucking other guys (but only while doing said shows). It had always ended in a strange place where he wasn’t sure if Leo was okay with it or not. He had trusted that if he wanted to be exclusive, he would just come out and ask. It had turned into, what Nicky thought was, a power play game. He would have a show, and then Leo would take him home and ‘punish’ him for being a slut.

But, something was different about that last night. For one, Leo didn’t stay for the entire show. And, he had dipped out early in order to go have drinks with some friends at a bar nearby because the club was always dry on kink nights. Nicky had never been sure if he had just had too much to drink while he was away or if he had finally just decided he was done sharing. Whatever the reasoning, that night he tied Nicky down when they had gotten back to Leo’s apartment and whipped him with a cane until he could have sworn he heard it break. All the while, Leo called him demeaning names as Nicky had sobbed around the ball-gag in his mouth.

And, not to misunderstand him, the release of crying in a scene had always been a part of his kinky side. His submissive persona was rooted in a love to serve his dominant and a need to get out of his thoughts, for the release that could come when all you could do was let go.

Yet, another way that Joe was better than Leo. Joe would hold him through the tears, pet him and call him his good boy. Then once Nicky had collected himself and Joe had verbal confirmation that he was good to continue, he would keep pushing at his limits until Nicky was just a pliable puddle at Joe’s feet.

That night, Leo had just replaced the ball gag with a spider gag and fucked his mouth as he continued to sob.

Now, he thinks, if Leo had asked, he would have told him he needed a break. At the time, he had barely been able to hold onto a thought as he had apologized again and again around the gags, around Leo’s cock. Once Leo came, he had left Nicky alone, still trussed up on his bed for about an hour before coming back and untying him. He had carried him to the couch and gathered him in his arms as Nicky continued his litany of “I’m sorry’s’, hiccuping sobs breaking up his speech every so often. Leo had just petted his head and told him he forgave him.

Joe was, not surprisingly, even better at aftercare than his ex. After heavy scenes, he would always draw him baths and massage out tight muscles or rub a salve on his tender skin while kissing him and telling him how good he had done. Then he would hold him close as he floated along in the quiet and comfortable bubble Joe placed him in, surrounded by trust and love.

In the club now, Nicky had begun to shake as a wave of emotion crashed over him. He needed to get away from this man, he needed to find Joe. Standing suddenly he said, “I think you should go.”

Leo, just as fast, grabbed onto one of the D-rings in the collar and pulled him back to the bench cruelly. “Still mouthy, I see. Let’s put that hole to better use.” Leo growled in his ear, pulling them practically cheek to cheek.

At this sharp turn of events, Nicky felt his mouth run completely dry. His eyes grew large and he saw before him his vision begin to tunnel. Wasn’t this what he used to respond to? Wasn’t it his fault that Leo still felt like he could treat him like an object, a toy to play with?

After that fateful night, he had quit doing floor shows, and they had continued on as normal… or their normal. But, when Leo got the job offer in Chicago, he didn’t ask Nicky to move, and Nicky hadn’t pushed the subject. They had been together for three years, and he had never questioned their dynamic because he had never known any different. When Leo finally moved, though, it had felt like a weight being lifted. Nicky had also just found a new job he loved and a new place to live. He had just let the relationship roll off his shoulders, thinking that he was just relieved because of his new found financial and home security.

A year later he met Joe.

Being with Joe now, and with this reminder of Leo’s uncaring and sadistic temperament, Nicky couldn't help but feel even more appreciative of the man he had let lock the collar around his neck the night before.

He felt this appreciation especially as he found within himself the strength to fight back, to have a boundary and demand it be respected. He was no longer the twenty-five year old toy for a fourty year old sadist. He was Nicolo di Genova, a kind heart who was done allowing himself to be pushed around.

“Stop.” Nicky found his voice. “Just stop, don’t touch me, Leo.” Nicky pushed his hand away from his neck while trying to move their bodies apart. He hated that he could still feel his eyes pricking with unshed tears despite his desperate need to make this man respect him enough to listen to his words.

Thankfully, though, at the same time of him putting his foot down on this jerk's behavior, his back-up had arrived.

“Get off him, you piece of shit!” Joe’s voice rang out as Nicky watched Leo get snatched away from him. He felt an almost immediate ease in his breathing.

Even though he was still tunneled a little far away from reality, he knew that the people who loved him had arrived to help. All of them his knights in shining armor: Andy who showed up with Kit, one of the burlier bartenders who helped take care of errant guests before their bouncer arrived at 8, and Quynh who went into damage control with the patrons who had all turned to look at the scene that had begun to unfold, and Joe, his love, who gently took his face into his hands, long and loving fingers lightly caressing his cheeks while he looked at him imploringly.

“Habibi?”

Nicky let his vision refocus, so that the beautiful face of his Yusuf was the only thing that existed for him.

“Tesoro.” He answered back with his own pet name, but he was surprised to hear his voice sounding rougher than he thought it would. It was then he realized that the tears he had felt earlier prickle at his eyes were now running lines down his cheek.

“Hey.” His voice was soft like the huge brown eyes that were boring into his. “Are you ok?”

Thinking about it for a second, Nicky just shook his head and buried his face into Joe’s neck. As Joe’s strong arms wrapped around him, Nicky let go and cried.

It felt like he was mourning. Mourning the person he thought he had dated, mourning the things he now realized Leo had taken from him, mourning the person he had been who had let himself be treated that way.

His little breakdown didn’t last long, thankfully, but Joe kept holding him even as he quieted down. Soon, though, they were startled out of their embrace as a loud thunk sounded on the table.

Looking up, they found Andy, who had set down a cylindrical metal chiller with a bottle of unopened champagne nestled in some ice, four flutes held upside down by their stems in one hand. “Alright, it is really time to celebrate now. I love throwing people out, especially assholes like that guy.”

The absurdity of it, the comfort, the family he had found, all of it was almost too much for him to fathom. So, Nicky did the only thing he could, nod his head and laugh.

“Yeah, yeah. I could do with a drink.” He laughed and wiped at his face. There would be time later to deal with the emotional fallout of running into his ex, of having to now deal with what a piece of garbage he had been to him. But, right now… right now it was time to love and be loved by the people that he had been lucky enough to find himself surrounded by.

With Quynh joining them a second later, Nicky raised his freshly poured glass of champagne, face still red and blotchy from crying, Joe’s arm wrapped securely around his shoulders, he toasted, “To the people I love.”

“Here, here!” Rang out from the table in a joyous chorus as Nicky beamed at the family he had found, the family he had chosen, growing more and more secure in the knowledge that he was right where he was supposed to be.

Turning to Joe and placing his flute down, he cupped Joe’s cheeks adoringly before pulling him in for a gentle kiss. “I love you so much, amore mio.” Nicky mouthed against Joe’s lips, not wanting to pull away.

“As I do you, omri” Joe softly replied, bringing their foreheads to touch.

“Ugh.” Andy groaned loudly, breaking the tender moment between them. “I can feel my teeth rotting out of my skull.” She said in an exaggerated, teasingly annoyed tone.

Nicky felt even more of the tension seep out of his body as he let his shoulders fall and more laughter escaped his throat. Joe and Quynh quickly followed suit, dissolving into their own fit of giggles.

Andy rolled her eyes in response but also slipped an arm around Quynh’s waist and pulled her closer. Trying to act perturbed by their reaction, but the facade didn’t last long and she soon joined in with her own small laugh before kissing her wife on the cheek.

Taking a sip of her champagne as a way to hide the small blush forming on her cheeks, Andy finally acquiesced. “So... tell me more about this dark side?”