collar - why don't we

collar, 008

warnings: talk of suicide.

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THE YOUNG BOY

sat down on the sofa, pressing the 'power off' button on the television remote. Corbyn turned to lay on his stomach, book in his hands as he leaned on his elbows. He flipped the first pages, skipping the foreword and starting at the first chapter immediately.

Daniel looked down at him from his place at the dining table, clicking all his internet tabs away and powering off his work laptop. He put the device in its case, lifting it into the highest, unused cabinet in the kitchen. The blond locked the cabinet with a code, drumming his fingers on the wood carefully.

The twenty-three year old was silent as he sat down next to the younger, running his fingers through Corbyn's hair. "I love you, pup." He mumbled silently, leaning down to kiss the seventeen year old's cheek. Corbyn didn't reply to the saying, his waist being gripped as Daniel lifted him.

"Keep on reading, i won't bother you anymore." The brunet's back was against Daniel's chest, the older's arms around his waist as they lay together. It was a few minutes before Corbyn flipped the page to the second chapter, his head turning towards Daniel. "Are you okay? I didn't mean to upset you." "I'm fine, puppy. I just wanted to hold you. Continue reading, i know you want to." The brunet shook his head, sliding the bookmark between the pages, before setting it down on the coffee table. "I don't believe you. Want to tell me about him? I won't be upset, i promise."

Daniel sighed, turning Corbyn around so he could lay comfortably with his head on Daniel's shoulder. "He wasn't special, Corbyn. Not like you. He was a kid with fucked up parents and he killed himself. I didn't do it for him, i kept him locked up in the basement, because he's tried to commit. He stopped eating and i couldn't deal with him anymore, i really couldn't. I have problems of my own, fucked up ones that i don't know how to deal with. Ones that i try to deal with by using you." There was a slight pause, eyes connected. "I just couldn't have the responsibility to care for him anymore. I sold him through the company and he committed suicide the moment he was alone."

"You've never killed anyone?" The brunet raised his arms, hooking his fingers together behind Daniel's neck. "No, i have. Just not him." "Was it someone like me?" The blond kissed his temple lightly, tightening his arms around Corbyn's waist. "She was staying here, yeah. Delilah was making everything complicated from the start. One time i just snapped, pushed her and she broke her neck. Wasn't as spectacular as i thought my first murder was going to be, but, oh well. Won't make the same mistakes twice."

"What mistakes?" Corbyn gently moved his head to look up at him once more, glance innocent. "You've been asking an awful lot of questions lately, huh? Don't you think it's time to stop?" The younger shrugged his shoulders. "I just want to know more about you, about what you're capable of. I know you promised not to hurt me, Dani, but i'm still scared of you sometimes. You scare me when you yell, when you look at me a certain way. I'm really trying to make you happy, but i'm scared."

"Pup, you've got to listen to me now, yeah?" Corbyn nodded hesitantly, Daniel's hands running up and down his back. "If you obey me, i won't hurt you. All you have to do is listen to me, do you understand?" The brunet bit his lip, cascading his stare down to the side. "Corbyn, do you understand?" "Yes."

"Good. Do you remember my rules?" The younger nodded, parting his lips to speak. "I'm to obey you at all times, not take my collar off, not go anywhere without permission and ask if i want something. I'm not allowed to have an attitude towards you and are to apologize if i do something wrong, before, or after you've punished me."

Daniel smiled down at him proudly, gripping Corbyn's throat lightly as he pulled the younger's lips to his own. "Who's my good boy?" It was silent for a little while, his once fair cheeks burning brightly. "I am." The smirk didn't go unnoticed, grip tightening as their lips clashed together.