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then. Take me home, slave."
    "I'll take you home and fuck you 'til you scream," Damian said.
    "No, just make love to me," Nick said, touching Damian's face with gentle fingers.
    "I can do that," Damian said, smiling to see the hopeful, happy look in his boy's eyes after the pinched, miserable expression in the club. "Promise me that you'll never agree to anything again just to make me happy."
    "I promise, sir," Nick vowed solemnly.
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    "I love you, Nicky, more than I can say," he said, tightening his hold on Nick.
    "I love you too, Damian," Nick said, smiling.
    "Let's go home, baby."
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Epilogue
    Damian unlocked the door and pulled Nick into the house, closing it behind them and pushing the boy up against it, attacking his lips as if they had never kissed before.
    Nick opened his mouth, dueling for dominance against Damian's tongue, demanding his share more hungrily.
    Damian grabbed his hair and held his head, breaking the kiss to look into the beautiful dark eyes. "In spite of everything, you still love me?"
    Nick asked boldly, "Do you love me?"
    "I have from the moment I saw you. I was just lying to myself," Damian admitted. "I wanted you so bad—"
    "You have me," Nick said. "Take me. I'm all yours."
    "Not here. In my bed," Damian said. He led the way quickly upstairs, not bothering to turn on any lights until he got to his bedroom. He released Nick long enough to light a few candles.
    Then he turned to Nick, lifting him with his hands cupped around each cheek of the boy's ass. Nick wrapped his legs around Damian's waist and bent to kiss the older man as he was carried to the bed.
    He giggled as Damian tossed him onto the mattress, and he almost bounced off the other side.
    With mock severity, Damian said, "I can't have my sub giggling at me. You'll have to be taught a lesson."
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    "Yes, teach me a lesson, Master," Nick said, his voice throbbing with desire. He held out his arms to Damian, who bent to kiss him savagely.
    He caught Nick behind the knee and yanked him to the edge of the mattress, his butt barely hanging off the edge.
    Damian undid the leather trousers and struggled to strip them off the long, slender legs. Nick wriggled to aid him in his struggle with getting the pants past his boots. With a cry of triumph, Damian rid him of both at once.
    He simply ripped Nick's shirt open, disregarding such niceties as buttons, and bent to claim each tempting nipple in turn, nipping and tugging at the tender flesh until his lover was begging and writhing with arousal.
    Damian released him to strip off his own clothing, growling, "This is why I don't like to wear leather. It's so fucking sticky, especially when you'd kill to be naked! Get the supplies!"
    Nick giggled with delight, watching his lover hopping around with one sweaty leg stuck inside his pant leg until superior strength won out. Nick held out the lube and their fingers touched when Damian took it.
    Their eyes locked, and the smile died away from Nick's face at the intensity of the look Damian was giving him.
    "I will always love you, Nicholas."
    "I'll always love you, Damian. I always loved you."
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    murmured, delighting in the golden body lying there, eager to be claimed by him.
    He slicked his fingers, stunned to realize they were trembling as if this were the first time he was taking Nick.
    Damian worked his fingers into the boy's entrance, stretching him gently, although he was shaking with the need to bury his neglected cock deep inside him. Withdrawing his fingers, he put his right knee on the bed alongside Nick, bracing his left on the floor for leverage. He leaned over the boy, carefully working his cock into the tight heat. Nick pushed his arse up to meet the invasion, running his hands up Damian's arms, his eyes fearlessly open, looking up at the man who was taking him.
    Damian marveled that during sex Nick hid nothing, his eyes like mirrors in which every feeling could be read. He was shaken by the boy's trust; not only to have allowed Damian the freedom of his body for his dominance but also for his lovemaking. He wanted to give Nick a different kind of pleasure tonight, to assure him that they would find many