Doctor He Calls Master

𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙁𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚

Two days had passed since Derek died. With proper care and full meals now, Derek's strength had been replenished. His heart beat was strong and there were no signs of any negative effects that hindered him from any exercise. Greyson still took precaution around him not to get either of them too excited. The only time he took for himself to relieve his stress was in the shower where he tugged one out.

Being bedridden for so long was not as much fun as Derek had hoped it'd be. Before he figured it'd be nice to relax and not have to worry about being hurt, but after getting plenty of rest, he was left to wander while Greyson was gone. A dreadful time when his mind would continue to race and spiral, but he couldn't complain, of course. He's been pampered and taken care of more than he figured any slave has been. He just felt like a lonesome puppy when he was left behind waiting for his master to return.

After a busy day, he arrived at his getaway, tossing keys and wallet onto the end table in a dish that was the centerpiece. Derek was left alone without the collar since and otherwise had been somewhat bedridden in the duration of the time he was given to recover. But of course he never listened.

Derek was in the bedroom utilizing the massive television on the wall across from the master bed, counting down the hours until the devilish sadist came back. He did his best to keep his mind at bay so he wouldn’t get too excited when he heard those footsteps coming down the hallway.

Greyson found himself looking less and less at the cameras even when motion went off in the room's while he was at his routine commutes. Derek was trustworthy enough not to do anything rash. That evening he had returned from a torture session that didn't last very long at all. After a few punches and pulled teeth while beneath a hallucinogenic drug, they began answering all that needed to be known.

A few specks of blood had made it onto the white button up shirt that he wasn't in the slightest thrilled about, but luckily he was able to retreat home after business was conducted.

The clacking of his dress shoes resonated off the walls as he grew near the main bedroom where he stepped in and met Derek's gaze from the bed. His adorable little pet perked up quickly upon his arrival.

"Hello, darling," his natural deep tone always held a special tone for Derek even beneath an emotionless expression and his eyes visibly lit up with life. He was just happy to see he was doing well. "Did you eat?" He asked, while going down the buttons of his shirt undoing them one at a time, suspenders hanging at his sides. The antique watch from his pants pocket was removed and carefully placed on the dresser.

"Hey, handsome" he smiled back, doing his best not to show how excited he was. He couldn't successfully hide it entirely as he eased out of bed, wearing black silk pants this time and couldn't remember the last time he wore a shirt. "Yes I ate just a few minutes ago. But I can still be hungry if you are." He took a step in front of the other to give an aching hand in unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. It was completely unnecessary; he knew full well that Greyson was capable and might even get irritated by Derek trying to take over, but he didn't care. He needed to touch him.

Surprised wasn't the right word. Nor was he irritated. He held his hands apart in the air as Derek took over the task diligently with passion as if he had been anticipating the opportunity. Greyson grabbed the sides of Derek's head and kissed him on the hairline then held his hands apart again to let him be.

"Good boy. Thank you." Greyson relaxed his neck and leaned his head back, eyelids heavy as the day took its toll and brought in exhaustion. "Thank you." This time it came almost a whisper, jaw relaxed.

"I missed you," he confessed without a care when it was very much already obvious. As the shirt started coming off, he decorated light kisses along Greyson’s collarbone and down along his chest while pretending to focus on the last few buttons. Something he took his precious time with before leaning back to see the specks of blood on his shirt. In the duration Derek was doing all of that, it appeared as if Greyson were praying, but he was just relishing every peck of Derek's lips. They sent chills that enticed him to want to do bad.