"Get that guy on the left." Sasha murmured to me and I stalked the character into position before taking the shot.

"Should we try to get in from the side?" I asked as we maneuvered around the landscape. Sasha shook his head.

"Get onto the building in front. You should snipe them from above first. I will draw out the guys on the ground." He moved behind a wall and waited while I got into position.

"Okay, go." I squinted my eyes and started taking them out while Sasha dodged their fire and taunted them with a scattering of bullets. He was more agile with the controller and I was a better shot.

"Good shot. One more." He murmured. "Never mind, I got him." We crept into the building and took out the guys that hadn't come out yet. Once we hit the checkpoint and saved the game, it was time for a bathroom break.

"I gotta pee. Be right back." I ran for the tiny toilet on the main floor and sighed in relief as I let it all out. I shook it off and washed my hands. When I came out, I heard voices.

"Where is your boy?" I came into the living room just as Demyan was asking Sasha the question. I waved to him wordlessly and scooted around to sit back down on the couch next to Sasha.

"Hello mister Demyan. Nice to see you again. How are you?" I said politely. It wasn't nice to see him. He was wearing too much gold, a bright yellow shirt with pineapples on it and black leather pants. It made my eyes hurt.

"I'm good, I'm good. I was just trying to get your boyfriend Aleksandr to go to a club with me. What do you say, boy, you want to go to the club with him?" He was looking at me with that fake smile and I hesitated.

"Demmy, he doesn't know the rules. It is too soon for that kind of thing." Sasha said with a frown. Demmy exaggerated as he scoffed and made a face like he was put out.

"Come on... it isn't so hard to tell him quickly. You haven't been out with me in ages. Have a few drinks and enjoy a show with me." He cajoled while Sasha stared him down.

"It's not that simple." He argued. Demmy grinned shrugged.

"So, make it simple. You keep saying he is smart and a natural. Give it a shot." He put his hands together to beg him and Sasha sighed.

"I... I can stay home if you want. You can go out with him alone if you prefer, Sir." I whispered to him. He looked at me with a frown and patted my head absently.

"See? The boy doesn't mind if you go. Come on. Let's have some fun. You never have fun with me anymore." Demmy was still trying to get him to agree. Sasha waved his hand, and his cousin made a touch down sign. "Yes!"

"Give us an hour. We will meet you there." Sasha finally said in a resigned voice. Demmy gave double finger guns and winked at me before strolling out the door whistling to himself.

"Sorry Sir, but he's kind of pushy huh?" I looked at Sasha with a pitying look. He rolled his eyes at me and smiled sardonically.

"That is not his worst. Come on then, we need to get you ready." He pulled me up with him from the couch and we went upstairs. His brow was furrowed as he dug through the closet muttering.

I was rather interested to see him bring out a pair of leather pants and a black shirt. He looked over at me and ducked back into the closet. I heard him moving things around, and when he came back out, I raised a brow.

"Uh, where is the rest of it?" I asked humorously. He laughed a little and tossed them at my head. I grabbed the pair of shorts and held them up. They were really short.

"Get them on and see if they fit." He started changing and I made a face at him. He gave me a warning look. I sighed and changed into the scraps of whatever that he gave me. They were tight, low on my hips, falling off practically, and barely covered my junk.

"Where did you get these?" I muttered. He grinned and looked me over.

"I got them at a pride parade stand. I thought they were cute." He shimmied into his full-length leather pants and I stared at them with envy.

"They are barely wearable." I complained as I tugged them to try and get comfortable.

"I wasn't expecting anyone to be wearing them for long." He countered with a mischievous look. I rolled my eyes and tried to sit down. It didn't really work. My junk was being crushed painfully and my ass hung out the back.

I stood up again. He finished putting on the clothes he picked, and I looked in admiration at the result. His shirt was actually see-through, and I wanted to drool at the muscles I could make out.

"Damn, that's hot." I bit my lip and sidled over to him. He chuckled and grabbed the belt loops on the shorts to pull me closer.

"You said it. Now a few extra rules for the club. First, try not to look anyone in the eyes except me. Speak only when I give you permission to. Also, I need to show you some hand signals." He stood in front of me and I nodded to show I was listening.

"One." He held his hand down by his side with the pointer finger extended. "Two." He held out two fingers, pointer and middle fingers. "Three." He added his ring finger. "Four." His pinky was next.

"Five." His hand splayed out completely. "Six." He stuck out his thumb to the side. "Come now." He cupped his hand and closed it. "Kneel and worship." His palm pushed towards the ground. "Silence." He crossed his fingers.

"Uh, the only one I am not sure about is the kneel and worship thing, Sir." I scrunched my brows. He nodded and sat on the bed.

"You kneel down at my feet here and put your head on my lap or hold my leg." He gestured. I came forward and tried it out, kneeling and laying my head on his leg.

"Like this, Sir?" I asked. He stroked my head.

"Yes, exactly. If you only pay attention to me, then you shouldn't get into trouble. However, I want to put a collar on you for protection. Do you think you can wear one for me?" He asked as I looked up at him. He seemed serious, so I shrugged.

"I guess. Is it something you're supposed to do Sir?" I asked curiously. He nodded.

"Yes. It's something you're supposed to do. There are different collars that say different things. Ones for bad boys, for just protection, and for boys who are claimed." He explained to me. I perked up at the last one.

"Do I get the last kind? Because I'm your boyfriend, Sir?" I asked eagerly. Sasha looked a little surprised.

"Do you want to wear the last kind, Lukas? I was going to have you wear one for safety, the second kind for now." His glance looked away from me, and I grabbed his knee with my hand so he would look at me.

"But... I am claimed by you... right?" My eyes held his and I saw his gaze gentle. He nodded wordlessly and carded my hair.

"You have to understand that the third kind is for committed pairs though, Lukas. It is close to marriage to some people." His voice was unsure, and I wasn't used to hearing him sound like that.

"Is it that way for you, Sir? Because... I love you very much... and I think I would like that a lot, if Sir wants to give me one." I licked my lips and looked up with a smile, letting him see that I didn't have any reservations. He smiled back and looked relieved.

"Okay... okay, then I will give you another position. Seven. If you kneel, and then hold your hands behind your back with your head tilted back slightly... it will allow me to collar you easily." He stroked my face and I scooted back to do as he asked.

I watched him go around the bed and open the bottom drawer of the nightstand. He took out a black box that looked almost like the necklace ones my mother brought home sometimes.

He brought it forward to me and opened it so I could see the contents. It was really quite nice. The outside was black leather with a few metal studs and clear stones along it. There was a lock dangling from the front by a loop.

The inside was stitched with velvet fabric and looked really soft. It reminded me of him. All business on the outside but loving and tender on the inside. I smiled and got back into position properly.

I felt it circle my neck with his careful hands, and he buckled it into place securely. My heart was beating a little quicker now, and I couldn't stop smiling. He bent down and kissed me gently.

"Do you like it?" He asked me. I nodded and reached up to touch his hands.

"I like it a lot. Thank you, Sasha Sir." I replied. He helped me up to my feet and then started downstairs. I looked at him nervously. "Uh..." He looked back at me and I fidgeted in the tiny shorts.

"What's the matter?" He asked me. I raised a brow.

"I have a few questions, Sir." I said in a small voice. He gestured with his hand that I knew now meant go ahead. "How to I ask permission to speak?"

"Ah, you can put your hand on your chest." He showed me what he wanted me to do and I nodded.

"What if I have to pee?" I asked with a blush. He chuckled and tapped his chest three times.

"Okay, what if I need to leave?" I looked down at my feet. He tipped my head back up and stroked my arms. I shivered at the touch. I felt so naked and vulnerable like this.

"Just ask to speak and tell me you need to go." He said with an understanding gaze. I gulped.

"One last question... is this really all I'm going to be wearing?" I was cringing inside at the thought of the people at the club seeing me in this. He tilted his head and pursed his lips.

"I do kind of want to show you off. If you aren't comfortable though, I suppose I can find something." He replied. I sighed in relief.

"I'm really not. Could I get a shirt of some kind?" I crossed my arms over my chest, embarrassed at how perky my nipples were deciding to be. He nodded and went back upstairs.

I saw a scrap of something in his hands with misgivings when he came back down. He helped me get into it and I wanted to roll my eyes. I looked at him with a pout.

"What? It's a shirt." He grinned at me. I sighed and looked down at the crop top made of mesh.

"Barely, Sir." I muttered. He hugged me close to him and nuzzled my neck.

"I will take you for dinner in a nice suit tomorrow. Okay?" He offered coaxingly. I felt my breathing quicken at the thought of him dressed up in a suit.

"Okay."

A/N -Sorry for the wait... my new computer is up, running and stuff is finally transferred over. I had a crisis and almost lost everything a few weeks ago, but I was able to save my work and here is your chapter. Thank you so much for your patience!

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