A/N: It's funny, I've been drafting this story for ages and I think this was one of the earliest scenes I wrote, plus a form of it is in Colors, so it feels like I've read it a million times - and I just went 'huh, I thought we were well past this point'. But no, we're still in February. I've drafted to April, so that's something.

Dae

After the other night, there's a chance that I could have turned my back on this whole thing, but I'm not strong enough, not really. And Master Chase has already asked me if I would do a public scene with him, a couple weeks ago. It helped too, because I was able to tell Chul-Moo I could get him more information about how Master François works things. It earned me another reprieve, and even a 'good boy' when he'd finished with me, though, unlike the ones I've had from Doms at the club, it didn't make me feel warm and special. Sick, rather.

I'm not even sure why Chul-Moo has this crazy bee buzzing in his brain about the club. He takes over other people's business all the time, but he never gets like this about it. Extra psychotic. Psycho 2.0. Plus, I really don't think he's going to be successful this time. And I think he knows it too. Maybe that's why he's going over the edge.

Since Master Chase asked if I'd do the scene, we've practiced; the Doms have a lot riding on public scenes I suppose. Well, the currency for respect in the club is how good they are at what they do and Doms just live for respect. I already knew Master Chase is extremely good at what he does, of course, so I'm not worried. I'm not worried about what the scene entails either, even though it's technically edgeplay due to the danger of injury. But when Master Chase originally explained the risks I just laughed and said pretty much ninety percent of what happens in a playroom could be considered edgeplay in that case.

And I still trust Master Chase, like I did when he first started training me. He never fails to send me into the ether when we play, but I don't think it's even that. He never gets pissed with my obnoxious behavior, which helps, unlike what happened the other night, and he always explains everything really well, treating me like someone who deserves to know answers, which is a big novelty for me. I've never really had that feeling of being valuable enough to be spoken to on the same level as someone before; it's just a real shame that I'm not attracted to Master Chase properly.

Oh, he's hot; a very sexy package, with a very sexy package, but there isn't any additional thing going on. I don't even know how to define it, because I've not had the feeling with anyone, so at the moment it's kind of ill defined. I just know that, when Master Chase asked if I wanted to sign a three-month contract just after I qualified I said no, because it would feel like having a contract with my brother, which I told him, mainly because my filter is broken. But in my case that's an extra weird thing to say, so in my head I amended it to friend; I think he's my friend, or could be at least, if Doms and subs can even be friends with each other. I'm not sure yet.

"You ready to get fucked by your brother?" Luckily he doesn't see the shudder that runs through me because he's sorting out his stuff on the console table. We're not due on for another thirty minutes, but I know he likes to double check everything, so I'm just curled comfortably on the big leather armchair that sits on the edge of the big stage, watching the adorable concentration on his face.

"I'm all set, Sir. Are you?" He grins.

"Cheeky. You looking for a punishment to go with the play?" I sigh quietly so he can't tell, I wasn't even trying to be bratty, but if I tell him that, it's fucking bratty. Le sigh.

"No, Sir. I'm looking forward to the play." I really am. He hasn't practiced the entire scene with me, because he says he wants my reactions to be fully natural, but what he's done has been amazing; a direct line to my cock every time.

It's almost time, and a few people are beginning to enter the room. I see Master Gray come in with Owen. Owen is a lucky boy, that guy is sexiness personified; a freaking gorgeous specimen. But then all the big bad Doms are – the VIP guys that all the subs whisper about in the locker room, because everyone wants a piece of that. Master Gray reminds me of Masters Alexander or Dexter. Tall and muscular, but not bulky; solid and lean; walking advertisements for stamina. Those three are probably perfect, physically, in my eyes. But anyway, getting distracted by Master Gray's perfection won't get me anywhere as it's clear he only has eyes for Owen.

Ellis was the one that introduced me to Owen, a few weeks ago, and the little cutie instantly wormed his way onto my friendship list, which has grown exponentially since I found out about this lifestyle. He made me feel a little ashamed when we first met, because he was so perfectly submissive, and he was practically having to fight Doms off with a wet chicken. They pretty much lined up to request his company every time we got out onto the dancefloor, to the point where he actually wore a white cuff on a couple nights, when he only wanted to dance. But even then, you could see the lustful eyes gazing into the side of his face from all the single Doms surrounding the dancefloor. So I was jealous; sue me. But then we spent a little more time together, like our dinner out the other night, and I realized that he's a ton of fun and not nearly so meekly submissive as I first thought.

I need to be on my best behavior for Master Chase, so I manage to forgo winking at Owen as I'm being cuffed to the Cross by my wrists and ankles, though I don't hold back the moan as Master Chase begins rubbing oil all over my body. I'm at an angle so, even though I'm being extra good about keeping my eyes down, I can see out to the audience. The lights are slightly lower than usual, I guess to make the flickering candles seem more impressive, so I can still see Owen, who's now sat on Master Gray's lap but watching the stage intently with his cute little tongue sticking out between his teeth. I can see Ellis too, though he's not looking, as he has a mouthful of Master François' enormous cock. Now that is one I wouldn't mind getting my hands on. All of the big bad Doms are huge, even Master Christian, but that one still leaves them in the shade. The shade of his massive cock. Yes, it's a tree.

When I'm all oiled up and my muscles feel soft and relaxed, Master Chase lifts a large white candle, checking the temperature on his arm like he promised he would. He must have deemed it okay but the sizzling heat still makes me whimper and I thank god my skin is already overheated with expectation. The next drizzle feels better, pulling a tingling sensation through my body, making me moan as goosebumps chase the line of quickly hardening wax.

He keeps adding more wax, swapping candles, sometimes doing it close to my skin, where the heat is intense, sometimes further away where it feels almost cool by the time it lands. It feels incredible, like my body is encased and multiple delicate fingers are running across my skin. I can't keep completely still like I know I should, but Master Chase keeps whispering that I'm doing well, and telling me that I look sexy, so he isn't annoyed.

"Keep making those noises, Pretty Boy," he even kisses along my jaw when I throw my head back in pleasure, "you sound magnificent."

I almost feel as though my entire torso is covered, little dribbles of heat sliding down my sides, feeling a little bit outside my own body, barely even registering the fever of hot wax across my nipples as anything but perfect, sending me flying in pleasure, feeling like I'm taking off, though there's a vague voice at the back of my mind telling me that I'm upright now, though thank goodness for the cuffs as there's no way I'd be holding myself up, and I'm giggling to myself at the idea, drunk on delight.

I feel strange but lovely pulls on my skin, like someone is very lightly scraping their nails over me, pinching, heightening my sensitivity, and manage to open my eyes to see Sir; yummy, sexy, Sir; is flicking a long flogger over me, pinging wax everywhere, which makes me giggle some more; but wait, no, that's two floggers. It looks like a funny whirling thing; a helicopter? No, that's wrong, not twirly enough; like a sprinkler, but instead of nice cool water it's nice stingy leather, mmhmm.

The next thing I know I'm on my front, but I feel like I'm lying on something nice and soft. A bed? No, the padded bench. It isn't my favorite place, usually, but now it's somewhere for my head to rest because I think all my muscles disappeared and I feel jellyfish wibbly and very heavy. I can feel Sir's strong fingers massaging my head and I think I tell him I like it, but I'm not sure if the words are only inside my head or if I say them outside, and it feels even better when something long and smooth slides inside me. Not his cock; too narrow, and he teases me by brushing over my sensitive spot. Meanie. I want more, I think I ask for more. I know my hips do, because he slaps my ass for being a naughty, demanding boy, but I don't mind, because it just feels good, like the other stuff.

The warm fingers are back, and it feels just as good as before, but on my back now, drizzling and traveling over my skin, a little too hot there, but so, so good, like a full body massage. I think I'm remembering to behave, for Sir. It makes him look like a proper Dom, which he is, so he deserves it. My head feels very floaty and my body is tingly. There's something else inside me then. It's him, finally, but I can't push back, don't even want to, just swimming in warmth as he uses my body.

I don't remember leaving the showroom, but I feel weird when I wake up in his own playroom. He's sitting in the armchair reading a book, but he looks up when I shuffle on the bed.

"How do you feel, Pretty Boy?" he grins.

"Bit weird," I mumble. My body doesn't really feel like it belongs to me, but I am remembering how incredible what he did to me felt, with a slight blush. "I was kind of out of it up there, yeah?"

"Completely. It was amazing. I've never had someone get to subspace so easily. I guess you really like wax play."

"I guess so." He moves toward me then, leaning over my body with a concerned look in his eye.

"What place is your head in?"

"Uh...normal place, I guess. Feel a bit woozy."

"You know about subdrop, yeah?"

"You told me about it when you were training me, remember? And some of the subs have talked about it. Not had it though."

"Well, it's more common after subspace, and as that was your first time I want to be sure you're okay. There is one thing that can help stave it off..." He doesn't say anything else, just slides his hands down my body, which still has remnants of oil, making me feel sticky, but that's forgotten when he reaches my hardness and strokes his fingers firmly along it accompanied by my moans. "It's not common to orgasm during subspace, because your sensations aren't focused, and normally I'd have had you orgasm before you went there, but you just slid in so damn fast and smoothly. I wasn't expecting that. But an orgasm afterward can hold any drop back, maybe fully."

I don't think I'm going to drop anyway, other than a slight surreal feeling; the other subs had described it as something pretty scary, and I'm definitely not there. But it feels good to have additional care, even if Master Chase is always good about care – this next level stuff is leaving me feeling warm and happy. His hand on me feels nice, making me want to arch and stretch, so I do, figuring I have free reign right now, and when he moves down and replaces his warm hand with his hot mouth I let out a little 'fuck', surely letting him know how much he's affecting me, though he still swats my inner thigh in reprimand.

He works me hard, rolling my balls while he takes me easily to the back of his mouth, swirling his tongue around me. He's never sucked me to completion before so moments later, when he's sent me to the edge, I warn him, expecting him to move away. Subs are expected to always swallow, and I'm guessing the rules are different for Doms, but he doesn't move, just reaches up to tweak a hard nipple, sending me off, and I release into his mouth.

He hasn't finished with the aftercare, and runs me a bath then, before washing me and helping me dress. It feels nice, and I'm wondering whether to rethink my rejection of a contract, but, yeah, I guess I shouldn't be blinded by good sex.

"I want you to stay at mine for a couple days," he insists. "Drops can be delayed, and I want to make sure you aren't on your own." I shrug. I'm okay with that. "We can go by yours if you want to pick anything up?" I shrug again, while checking my phone. There's a message. From him.

- Coming by yours to discuss current situation. You're going to have to try harder.

I can't help the gulping sob that escapes, and Master Chase rushes to my side.

"Hey, you'll be okay." Thank god he has no idea what this particular drop's about.

"I'm okay. But I don't need anything right now. Can we go straight to yours?"

"Sure we can, Pretty Boy."

A/N: I hope it wasn't too much of a bother that he turned Chase down - but you know Dae and Chase were never end game.

Revelations of sorts coming in the next chapter.