Law

Marks past

Jack glanced up at Mark, while he still held the collar.

" Is-is this what I think it is?" Jack questioned, a crack in his voice.

Mark sighed and looked down. Tears grew in his eyes as memories of his past flew through his mind.

The tears
The cries for help
The pain
The blood
The laws

Mark slowly reached his hands up and took the collar from his hands gently. The dark black leather felt familiar against Marks skin. The inside was lined with red silk, much like Jack was. But unlike Jacks, which had a small metal charm hanging down labeled with his name. Mark had bold sliver letters attached to the side of the collar, they sat to carve Marks name.

" Yes it is" Mark whispered, shakiness left his voice as he breathed out.

Jack slowly made quiet steps towards his master. The Irishman's pale hands gently cupped the back of Marks, Jacks warm ness transmitting to Marks cold hands.

The man let his slave take the collar that held so many memories for him. He watched as Jack set it down on the nightstand. The metal letters made a small tapping sound when it was set down. Next to the products Mark had put there mere minutes before.

The green haired man walked back to his master. Jack carefully laid his hands to Marks chest and stood up on his top toes. The Irishman made their lips meet, it wasn't long until Mark had deepened the kiss.

Mark slipped his hands under Jacks thighs and the slave jumped up into the half-Germans mans grasp. The red haired man walked over to the bed, not breaking the kiss or contact. Jack was half thrown down on the bed, laying on his back. Mark broke the kiss and stood straight, his gaze flickering towards the collar on the table.

" Mark, it doesn't matter who you were in the past" Jack said.
The boy gently grabbed the hem on Marks hurt and pulled the bigger man on top of him. Mark straddled Jack without a problem.
" Right now you're my master".

Mark smirked slightly, and kissed Jack on the forehead lovingly. The older man reached over to the night stand and opened the first draw. He reached in and pulled out something.
Jack blushed as he saw Mark was holding pink fuzzy handcuffs.

Mark looked at Jack suggestively, a smirk on his face.
" I am you're master".

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It was the next day and Mark currently was driving his car. Jack sat in the back, his hands in his lap and he mindlessly stared out the window.

The half-Korean man tightened his grip of the steering wheel, glancing in the rear view mirror to see Seàn. They were going to get Felix and Phil and the abrasions on Jacks wrists and neck, ankles and stomach, were suggestive to say the least. But the Swedish man would certainly notice the hickeys on his neck that trailed off his jawline to his collar bone.

As Marks eyes focused on the clearing road he wondered how his friend would react. Probably badly at first, but Felix would probably calm down once Mark told his it was consensual.

" Are we close?" Jack asked, his voice barely there.
It was lost after yesterday after all.

Mark turned into the white paved driveway to a small expensive looking home. The black gates retraced to let the car in.

" Yeah where at Felix's home, the smaller one he uses from day to day" Mark told Jack as he turned the car off.

The engine roar ceased and the car grew still. It was quiet while they waited for Felix and Phil to come out. The tension wasn't harsh, but still comfortable for the pair of them.