A/N: sorry for the delay - I got distracted planning out the next La Maison story

"How do you want to play, Angel?"

Tim bit his lip as he thought, looking up at his Dom, backlit by the afternoon light coming through the large window. He's the one who looked like an angel, and he deserved to stop feeling guilty over all the things that came before. Tim took his hand and guided him to the couch, straddling his thighs once he was seated.

"Can we talk first?"

"Oh, you pin me and force me to talk?"

Xander was smiling like it was all a joke, but his eyes looked worried.

"Only because you've been avoiding it," Tim responded bluntly, making Xander blink in confusion.

Xander carefully lifted Tim, placing him by his side and crossing his leg. Tim recognized the defensive move, but it wasn't going to stop him. As long as he listened it was alright.

"I've been a freak my whole life."

"What? No-,"

Tim held a hand up and Xander fell silent.

"I couldn't stay quiet, I couldn't stay still. My mom was exhausted, my sister was jealous I got all the attention. And, well, you know what my dad was. I've always been too much for people to deal with. When I escaped, and came to New York, I gave myself a fresh start. But I hadn't actually changed. I had to fight myself so hard it was exhausting. The only friends I made in four years were Scotty and Ange. And that was only because Scotty is too dopey to even notice when someone's talking his ear off and Ange thinks I'm some kind of adorable pet."

Tim dropped his head for a moment, sighing.

"That might have been unfair, but not by much. Ange was fine with this – the submission – until it actually happened, but she doesn't seem to understand it anymore. I have better friends from the club in two months than I had in four years. People who understand me."

"Okay. I hear you. I'm happy you feel comfortable now."

"I do. And it's because of you. I wouldn't have this if it wasn't for you. I'd still be in that apartment. With Simon."

"That doesn't change how I went about it-,"

"No, see, I knew it. I knew that's why you've been strange. You feel guilty because of how we got together."

"I lied to you, Angel. I tricked you. And I pushed you harder than I should have. Harder than I would have if I'd known about your past. I mean, when I think back to that day... I treated you like someone who knew about the lifestyle. I took you without discussing anything. And then, I just sent you off without giving you any context. Assuming you'd be fine. I didn't even realize when you phoned me panicking about the things you'd found on those websites. I've never told you this, but I just thought it was fucking cute.

"And then I didn't even train you. I left you open. I didn't even recognize the things you were struggling with. If it hadn't have worked out between us, you'd have gone out there, and you'd have been so vulnerable."

"But it did work out, so why are you wasting time on the past?"

"Because I know your past now."

"I never wanted to do the cam shows, you know that."

"I do, that's why-,"

"Nope. Shush...Sir. The only time I actually liked it was when you were online. Literally. Two years of doing it and I had about four sessions I liked."

Tim got up and picked his laptop up from the kitchen counter where he'd been applying for jobs earlier, placing it with purpose onto the coffee table. He could feel Xander's eyes follow him as he left the room, returning only a few minutes later with lube in one hand and a small vibrator in the other, with a mid-sized dildo tucked under his arm. Xander's only reaction was a single raised brow.

Tim pulled one of the armchairs around so it was opposite the couch, and positioned the laptop to face it.

"You liked watching me, though?" he asked, placing the lube and toys on a round side table and dragging it to the side of the armchair.

"You're the most beautiful boy in the world, Angel; of course I liked seeing you."

Tim blushed and Xander's smirk got wider.

"But you still feel guilty?" he asked, ignoring his own embarrassment.

"Tim, you don't seem to get how badly I fucked up back then. I told you already that I'd noticed you before I even saw you on camera...well, it's obvious having access to you that way allowed me to make some really dumb decisions. I wasn't exactly thinking with my brain."

"I get it. And I was pissed when I found out. You know that. But I also forgave you."

Xander shrugged and Tim scowled.

"You're suggesting my forgiveness doesn't mean anything?"

"Of course not. But you don't really understand how much-,"

"Don't say that. Maybe I didn't realize at the time, but I do know how it made me feel. How betrayed I felt. And you don't get to negate that feeling."

"I wouldn't-,"

"Okay," Tim interrupted, on a roll, "so you don't get to negate my feelings of forgiveness then."

"Shit, Angel. You're a bit good at this. I can't exactly argue, but-,"

Tim rolled his eyes then, hard.

"You know, Sir, I'm getting kind of annoyed that you're refusing to accept my forgiveness. Tempted to punish you." Tim smiled at the unwilling laugh forced from Xander. "Exactly. We're built differently, the two of us – inside our heads. So that wouldn't work for you. Instead I'm gonna show you. Show you that I'm not suffering some secret trauma from how we got together."

Xander finally looked piqued, shifting in his seat and letting his darkened eyes run across Tim's body. Tim let him, pulling his t-shirt off in one smooth move, pushing his jeans off his hips, casually flicking the thick elastic waistband of the brightly colored bikini-style briefs Xander had decided he liked him in.

"Sit back, Sir. This show's for you."

Xander obeyed, leaning back. Tim had put his laptop slightly to one side. He wasn't hooked up to his old site, obviously; it was just for appearances, though he looked at the screen as he turned, wriggling the waistband over his butt slowly with one hand, making sure to shift his hips as he looked back over his shoulder, biting the tip of his finger with a pleased little smile. He heard the deep breath Xander sucked in when the waistband finally slid under his butt, resting there as he arched his back and pushed back, keeping his legs straight.

"Angel..." Xander whispered.

"Can't hear you, Sir," Tim whispered back.

Xander understood, whipping his phone out and tapping out a rapid message. It pinged on Tim's screen a moment later and he squinted to read it, biting his lip when he realized what it said. He reached for the lube, depressing the top to slick out a thick curl of the clear gel. He knelt on the seat cushion, steadying himself with a hand on the back of the chair while his other hand reached down his back, until the wet tip of his finger met his hole. He slid it inside, following Xander's instruction, trying to twist his hand just so. It was difficult, his arms weren't long enough, and he saw Xander leaning forward, biting his lip.

He kept his finger moving, slow but steady, wiggling his legs until the underwear dropped to his ankles. He wondered if Xander had forgotten he was meant to send a message, though a glance at his blown out eyes suggested he was just taken in by the view.

"I like it when you tell me what to do, Sir," Tim told the computer screen with a small smile.

Xander typed, and the message popped: use another finger until you're open enough for the vibrator.

Tim obeyed, awkwardly slipping a second finger inside, though Xander didn't seem to care about the strange position; biting his lip and kneading his thigh hard enough to look painful. The vibrator was accepted easily and he followed the instruction to turn it on and tease his prostate with it. Tim was letting out the same kind of breathy moans and whimpers he always did when he was on camera – but they were real this time. He loved Xander controlling what he did – loved the pleasure his Dom took from it and gave to him.

Xander stood, coming closer but not touching.

"Sir?" Tim smiled.

"If I promise I understand now, can I touch you?"

"You know you don't have to ask, Sir."

"But you're going to this effort..."

"To show you how much I like it when you control things, Sir. When you control me."

Xander placed his hand on the small of Tim's back, pushing gently so he curved it down, before sliding up to the nape of his neck, gripping lightly.

"So good for me Angel."

He placed his other hand on the rounded curve of Tim's ass, smoothing his thumb over the skin, sliding closer to Tim's twitching, eager hole, until one finger slipped inside.

"You made yourself so wet for me." He sounded almost in wonder, easily pushing a second finger in as if to test how much Tim had opened himself up. Tim didn't respond with anything other than a needy moan, pushing back against the seeking digits, whimpering when they were withdrawn.

"Ssh, Angel," Xander muttered, squeezing a little on his neck as he slid home, gasping at the sensation. "Fuck yourself on me," he instructed. Tim did, rocking back with the safety of Xander's strong hand on his neck grounding him, losing himself in the rhythmic slap of skin on skin for long minutes, until Xander's other hand grasped tightly onto his hip, gripping hard as he throbbed inside. Xander reached under Tim, taking his cock, slick with his own precum, using it to improve the swift slide of his hand until Tim finally clenched around him, coming into his hand.

Xander pulled him upright, still buried inside, and Tim took his wrist, bringing his palm up and lapping the cum up with a happy purr.

"Fuck, Angel," Xander laughed, burrowing his face against the curve of Tim's neck, his cock twitching.

Tim slipped free, turning so he could pull Xander to him, sharing his taste in a soft kiss.

"Do you believe me now?"

"Yes, you got me. I believe you. You're perfect, and you're mine."

"Yup. Yours," Tim whispered, before losing himself in a deeper kiss.