Chapter Nine

Summary: Set after Avengers: Endgame.
Warning(s): Explicit. Disciplinary and erotic spanking; Heavy Domination/submission; sexual situations; dub/non-con (consent after the fact); AU

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The next morning, everything had gone about as smoothly as it could. They'd had a meeting after breakfast and had planned out the day. Specifically, they'd managed to find the locations of two people who were important to those already at the base.

Pietro and Druig had been part of the group headed out to round up Pepper and Ben. They had it down to a fine art now, Pietro having rounded up the two and Druig controlling them. Then Stephen had opened up a portal.

Pepper couldn't help feeling disoriented. She'd spent more than a year under Ultimus' control and now...well, she wasn't free. Not exactly. But his hold on her wasn't as strong. And she could tell that those who had 'captured' her and the other man with her weren't under Ultimus' control at all.

Ben wasn't doing much better than Pepper in figuring out what was going on. He did recognize Druig; and that his mate's younger family member was free of Ultimus. That helped him stay calm.

Stephen had helped the two newest rescues get changed before taking them through the portal. He hoped these were the versions of Pepper and Ben from this dimension. It would be impossible to know for sure until they either said something, or blood work was done. But for Tony and Phastos' sake, he hoped it was their version. Leading them to the holding cell, he quickly explained how it was that they had become free and what needed to be done to keep that freedom permanent. He also drew the blood for comparison purposes. "You... You weren't brought here from another dimension, were you?" he asked hesitantly, just as Tony and Phastos arrived with Morgan and Jack.

Pepper frowned in confusion. "I don't think so," she said uncertainly. "But a lot of this past year is a blur. It's like I spent the whole time drunk," she said unhappily.

"You'd probably be aware if you were brought from another dimension." Phastos moved into view, looking hopefully at Ben.

"Dad?" Jack moved closer to the cell. He clearly wanted to believe, but it was also just as clear he was worried that it wasn't really his other parent.

"I'm pretty certain I wasn't taken anywhere not on my own earth," Ben agreed, before looking toward Phastos' and Jack. "Jack... Phas... How...? I thought...." He suddenly found himself overwhelmed.

Tony moved forward, taking Morgan's hand. "...My sweet Pepper... They found you... You're here...."

"Hi, mommy!" Morgan whispered. "You gotta bond with Daddy so you can't be taken away from us anymore!" she said emphatically. Urgently.

At that moment, Ross and Mordo showed up. Friday said Ben had been found. I know we are able to have a third bond... But we don't know if it can just be between you and Ben, or if somehow, I have to be involved, or you need to break your bond with me, if it is possible, and so... I came. So, I can do whatever you need to help you bond your husband. Ross stayed back, only moving close enough to do what was needed.

Phastos sent a wave of gratitude through the bond towards Ross, even as he addressed Ben. "I know Stephen...Doctor Strange...explained to you what's required to break the bond. I've remained free thanks to bonding with Everett." He motioned his bond mate forward. "Other than the first time, our relationship has been purely platonic. But...I'm free because of him. If we bond together, it'll free you from Ultimus' control too."

"You have to do it quickly, before Ultimus can take you again!" Jack said urgently.

Pepper stepped closer to Tony, looking like she wanted to hug him...and Morgan...but refrained while she could still feel Ultimus trying to get hold of her. "You bonded too?" she asked Tony.

"Only as was necessary to form the protection from Ultimus' control," Mordo said quietly. "I am here in case you cannot bond with each other without me being present and involved in some way."

Ben glanced toward Ross and then looked at Jack. "We will bond as quickly as possible. Do you think you can wait for us in another area?"

Ross looked at Jack too. "The other children are watching a movie in the recreation room, if you and Morgan would like to join them."

Tony nodded briskly. "That sounds like a good idea, sweet pea. Why don't you and Jack join the other children? I'll bring mommy up once she is safe from Ultimus."

Everyone waited while the children left before continuing the conversation.

"You bonded to Ross and you would bond to me now? But if I don't bond to him as well, would it weaken the bond? Make it possible for Ultimus to regain control?" Ben asked.

Tony winced. "We don't know. We don't know what urges the bond will cause. Steve bonded two... But apparently, the bond urged his first mate to also bond his second. So they are an actual threesome now. Beyond the initial bonding, we have remained platonic and the bond didn't urge anything. It's hard to say what it will urge when you join...."

Ben looked at Phastos. "It seems cruel to have everything we want and need while relegating the one who helped save you to a side member of the family with no love of their own."

Phastos smiled at his mate. "I agree," he said quietly. "Even though our bond has remained platonic, to me, Ross is still a part of the family. Because the only reason I'm free and have remained free is because of him."

"I think Ben's right," Pepper said. She looked between Tony and Mordo. "It does seem cruel to leave your other bond mate out. And...it looks like you are close, even if not romantically involved."

Tony blinked. "So... You want to bond with Mordo too? Have a poly relationship like Steve, Frank and Grant?" He needed to hear her say the words. Then he needed to hear Mordo say he agreed to it. This was a lot to take in, but it would change all of their lives forever, so he needed to be certain he wasn't misunderstanding.

Ben smiled and beckoned Everett forward. "I can tell that you bonded in the submissive position. Are you okay with having two bond mates?"

"I... If that's truly what you both want to do..." Ross said hesitantly.

"It doesn't feel wrong, Tony," Pepper said honestly. "It feels right." She looked towards Mordo. "I can tell you're important to Tony and Morgan. If you'd agree to this type of relationship, I think it would change everything...but in a good way."

Phastos smiled at both his husband and his bond mate. "I think we're in agreement that we do want to do this."

By this point, everyone but the six people involved had left the holding cell. Tony opened the cell door so Phastos, Ross, Mordo and he could enter. "If we're all in agreement, no reason to postpone any further. I know I won't be happy till Ultimus is permanently out of your beautiful head...." He pulled the partition closed and motioned Pepper and Mordo to one side of it, while Phastos led his mates to the other side.

Once it was just the three of them, he kissed Pepper deeply before reaching over and tugging Mordo into their embrace. "The bond forms according to the needs of those bound. So... Just do what feels natural, I guess...."

Pepper smiled and wrapped her arms around both Tony and Mordo, holding the two men close to her. "I'll be glad when he's out of my head for good," she said with feeling, before kissing Tony in return.

Humming in appreciation at the kiss, Tony slowly undid the hospital gown, letting it drop to her feet while he took a long look at her in adoration. Then, taking a deep breath, he turned slightly and began to undress Mordo, needing to make certain the other man was included at all points, not just at the end.

Mordo shifted, a little, as he was undressed, but he didn't pull away and he didn't protest. The feelings through the bond were ones of calm acceptance; a willingness to take this step with them.

Pepper let one hand run gently down Tony's arm and the other stroke lightly over Mordo's. She shifted closer to both men, only leaving enough room for Tony to easily undress Mordo.

Once both his mates were undressed, Tony gently pushed them closer to 'get acquainted' while he got undressed. Now that the uncertainty that Pepper wanted this was waning, he was beginning to get excited at the prospects. For all that they had remained platonic, Mordo was an attractive man. Seeing his gorgeous wife and his sexy bond mate in each other's arms completely naked was a turn on.

Pepper wrapped her arms around Mordo and leaned in to kiss him, gently and lingeringly, allowing her hands to rub gently down his arms and over his sides. She was letting herself explore his body and shifted to allow him to do the same.

Mordo responded to her kiss and her exploration of his body, gently stroking down her back as the kiss became a bit deeper and more passionate.

Tony's breath caught in his throat. Instead of jealousy, an intense longing filled him and he was immediately fully erect. "...Beautiful..." he whispered, as he watched his bond mate and his wife get to know each other.

Pepper pulled back a little at the word and reached out to pull Tony towards the two of them once more, so that she could press against them both.

Tony began his own exploration of his mates, hands stroking and gently squeezing while his mouth tasted whatever skin was easiest to reach.

Both Mordo and Pepper responded with touches, kisses, and gentle nips, exploring his and each others' bodies. It didn't take long before they were both obviously aroused, nipples hard and pebbling...member firm and erect...wet between legs.

"I think... All three of us together at the same time..." Tony's breath was ragged. "We can do that two ways... Both inside you, my Hot-Pepper. Or one of us in you and the other of us in whoever is in you...."

"Whichever way we do it this time...next time, I want us to do it the other way," Pepper said, her voice heavy with desire. She pulled Tony close to kiss him deeply, then did the same to Mordo.

"I'm sure that can be arranged..." Tony groaned, before pulling back to help them both down onto the mat. "Just one little second, sweetheart. Wanna make this as easy for you as possible...." He got down onto the mat himself and situated so that he and Mordo were facing each other, pressed as closely together as they could physically get. Their erections ground against each other and Tony reached down to grasp both in his hand. "When you feel ready... You can slide down onto both of us..." Tony nearly whimpered from need.

Unlike the first time they'd done this, Mordo was entirely in control of himself; not fighting because of Ultimus. His groan was low and drawn out as his member was pressed against Tony's; as their erections were linked together.

Pepper waited until Tony indicated they were ready. Then, she slid down, impaling herself on both of them...letting out a deep, throaty moan.

Pepper had slid down on them facing Mordo, so Tony let his hands move around her to cup her breasts, his fingers rubbing and gently pinching her nipples. While he did that, he began to kiss the back of her neck. He didn't begin to thrust, yet, willing to let her set the pace.

Pepper gasped, letting her head fall forward. Her hands reached out to rub over Mordo's chest and down his stomach. She rocked gently on their members, letting out a low groan.

Mordo leaned forward and brushed a gentle, tender kiss against Pepper's neck, beginning to trail kisses along her neck and shoulder.

Tony groaned as Pepper began to rock on them, the action causing his arousal to grow. He kissed and nibbled his way up the back of her neck, gently licking her ear. "You feel so good..." he groaned.

"You feel so good," she responded. "Both of you do." She pulled Mordo closer, kissing him deeply before turning her head to kiss Tony's neck.

Mordo let his hands rub gently over Pepper's chest and stomach. His member was growing and swelling inside her, quickly growing to full hardness.

Tony continued to squeeze, stroke and kiss Pepper, rocking gently along with her to assist in creating friction. Soon, he was on the edge, holding on for the moment he knew she was ready.

Pepper moaned louder and arched into the touches of both men. She began to pant, her eyes glazing over as her arousal reached its peak. She didn't let go, though...some instinct telling her to wait, to hold on.

Tony opened himself up to the bond, waiting for Mordo to also be ready.

Mordo didn't hesitate to open himself up through the bond as well, his release close enough that he was barely holding on.

Sensing that none of them could hold on much longer, Tony growled out, "Let go now...."

Pepper groaned as her release came over her, waves of her orgasm flooding over her. Her grip tightened on both Tony and Mordo, pulling both men as close to herself as it was possible.

Mordo's breath escaped in a quiet gasp as he let go, his own orgasm ripping through him with more force than he'd ever thought possible.

Tony's orgasm was only seconds behind the other two. His arms tightened around both Pepper and Mordo as he slowly came down from the high of release. I can feel you both. At the back of my mind... he thought contentedly.

Pepper miled. I feel you...both of you. She leaned her head back to kiss Tony, then leaned forward to kiss Mordo as well. It feels right.

Unusual, but right, Mordo agreed.

Tony snuggled both his mates for a little longer before carefully helping Pepper up and off of them. He then retrieved washcloths and began to clean both of them up and dress them, before cleaning and dressing himself. I know a little girl who is going to be thrilled her mom is home safe with her dad and uncle.... He smiled at Mordo and Pepper.

Pepper smiled. I'm so glad she's safe. She pressed into Tony and held her hand out to take Mordo's, pulling him into the hug as well.

We all are, Tony thought, his happiness and contentment clear.

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On the other side of the partition, Everett stayed out of the way. Even though Ben indicated he wanted to include him in their bond, he felt like it should be up to them how that was done.

Ben smiled at Ross, before looking at Phastos. "I've missed you, husband," he growled playfully, before moving in for a deep kiss.

Phastos returned the kiss, just as deeply, wrapping his arms around Ben's waist to hold his husband close and tight. Without breaking the kiss, he reached out to draw Ross in to join the three of them.

Grinning against Phastos' lips, Ben pulled back slightly before tugging Everett in close and giving him a hard, deep kiss as well.

Phastos smiled, watching his two mates for a moment, before he reached out to run his hands over both, gently pulling their clothing free.

Ben began to help Phastos undress Everett, also tugging parts of Phastos clothing free and off.

It didn't take long before all three of them were naked and Phastos kissed first one and then the other, running his hands over both men's bodies to touch and explore...squeezing and caressing.

"How do you want to do this, Lover?" Ben asked, in a sultry voice.

"I think...it has to be at the same time," Phastos said quietly. "One of us inside the other. The third inside him. All depends on who wants it." He squeezed Ben's hip; stroked Ross' arm.

"It's been a while since you were in me... And it feels like I should get my chance to be in Everett... So..." Ben grinned and maneuvered Ross onto the mat on his stomach, before pushing his legs apart and settling between them. He began to massage the smaller man's backside.

Phastos quickly grabbed the lube and then crouched down behind Ben, leaning in to kiss his husband's neck and shoulder.

Smiling, Ben smacked Ross on the bottom. "Pull your cheeks apart," he ordered, as he coated three fingers of one hand, and the palm of his other hand, in lube. "Good boy," he murmured as Ross obeyed the order, pulling the meaty globes apart to expose the tight pucker Ben wanted to see. Ben nudged Ross enough that he could lift his hips up, reaching under the other man and beginning to pump his member, while he rubbed the tight ring of muscle to coat it with lube before pushing the first finger deep inside.

Ross somehow managed to keep his backside raised, despite his hands being occupied with holding his bottom open. He quivered and moaned as Ben began to pump him and rub inside. Master? he couldn't help thinking uncertainty. Did Phastos want this? It felt really good, but he felt as if he needed permission to like it.

It's okay, Phastos said encouragingly through the bond. This is something I want you to enjoy. He retrieved the lube himself and used it liberally on his fingers. Gently nipping Ben's shoulder, he rubbed his husband's entrance for a few moments and then began to slowly push his finger inside.

Ben groaned softly and opened his legs just a little further for Phastos. He began to pump Everett more firmly, quickly, and slid a second finger into the man. His own member had quickly hardened and grown, both in reaction to Everett's obvious enjoyment of his claiming and because he was enjoying Phastos claiming him.

Everett was moaning softly, his legs as wide open as he could move them, his hands clenching around his own buttocks as he held on and accepted Ben owning him. His chest and face were flush on the mat and he tried to brace himself; not easy to do without using his hands.

"Good boy... So good and obedient," Ben cooed softly in appreciation, as he pushed in a third finger and pushed deep. "I appreciate you staying celibate after you bonded him, Love..." he added to Phastos. "...Because now we can both train him to be a good little sub...."

Everett felt his stomach flip at the words, but to his shock, the bond encouraged him to accept it. Until this moment with all three of them, he'd thought the bond wouldn't encourage anything more than what was necessary to form. That wasn't the case now.

Phastos made a sound of agreement, one that quickly turned into a low groan of arousal as he watched his husband take his bond mate. "Perfect," he breathed out, even as he coated a second finger in the lube and slowly pushed that inside Ben. His tone was obviously appreciatibe and even as he claimed his husband, he shifted so that he could get a better look.

Ben enjoyed tormenting Everett, moving his fingers slowly as far as he could reach, applying just enough pressure that Ross was quickly sensitive, but not so much he would lose control and come. Ben was rubbing over his prostate repeatedly until Ross couldn't do anything but softly sob, "Please," out loud and through the bond.

Ben was fully aroused. When he heard the soft sobs, he knew it was time. He removed his fingers, lined up and pushed in slow but hard, burying his shaft in his new bond mate completely. There was no space at all. "Come-on, Love. Time for you to be in me too..." Ben growled softly, not quite ordering, but still very bossy.

"Whatever you say, love." Phastos squeezed his husband's hips, then withdrew his fingers and coated his member in the lube. Immediately, he pushed inside Ben, until he was sheathed entirely in his husband. Then, he gently kissed the back of Ben's neck and began to thrust.

Ben groaned softly, dropping his head forward enough Phastos' could reach his neck easier. He didn't immediately begin thrusting, waiting for Phastos to start so that he could withdraw and thrust in time with him. Phastos' movement would assist in pushing Ben deeper into Everett. Ben's hands shifted to hold onto Everett's hips tightly. "Fold your arms under your head," he ordered the smaller man, intent to keep him from having his face ground into the floor from the roughness of the coupling.

Everett groaned as the two men began to move together and all he could do was take everything they gave. He obeyed the order, folding his arms under his head. It protected his face, but also helped steady him as Ben began to pound deep inside.

Phastos grasped Ben's hips and began to thrust hard and deep inside his husband. He could feel how each thrust was pushing his husband deeper into his bond mate. It was clearly turning him on and it felt good to him. Having both men with him felt good...and those feelings came through clearly in the bond.

Ben gasped, the feeling of Phastos inside him while he was inside Everett quickly sending him to the edge. He managed to hold on, though. He could feel Everett quivering under him, clenching around him, as the other man also reached the edge. "Hold on... Just a little longer," he ordered.

Everett whimpered, but somehow managed to not release. He needed to wait for permission.

Phastos gripped his husband's hips, holding Ben firmly in place under him and on top of Ross. "Let go," he gasped out, speaking the words both out loud and through the bond. None of them could hold on for much longer.

Everett was the first to release. He shuddered, body dropping onto the mat as his release sprayed the mat under him. Only his bottom remained up and only enough for Ben to stay buried inside him. He was gasping from the intensity, tears running down his face.

Ben followed immediately after, his own release pouring deep into Everett, filling every available spot and coating him inside. He groaned softly as he continued to spurt into his new mate. He'd never come so hard or long before.

Phastos' own release came over him at almost the exact same time and his fingers tightened on Ben's hips as his orgasm tore through him. He rode out the waves as the warm glow of the bond changing and reforming surrounded them, a mark forming on Ben's hand as Phastos' and Ross' own marks changed to accomodate their third member.

Ben's body finally stopped quivering and he let out a tiny, surprised laugh. That was intense... he thought to his bondmates.

Yeah. I feel so full, I'm not going to want to eat anything... Everett thought wryly. I'll be leaking for at least the next hour.

Ben would have preened at that, if he wasn't still buried in the smaller man. You did so good for us, Rett... he praised through the bond. Phas had said they were platonic after the initial bond. He wasn't feeling platonic now and he suspected the bond had altered to accommodate the new status. He could feel Everett was a bit uncertain and unsettled at the newer emotions the bond had induced.

Phastos snorted softly. I seem to recall some of the younger subs having found an adult shop. We could get some supplies from there. Make sure you don't leak the next time. He carefully withdrew from Ben and then automatically began to clean up and dress his two bond mates.

Ben's interest spiked, even as he slowly pulled out of Ross, making sure he hadn't hurt their sub by accident. Have to say, I like the idea of plugging him up so everything we give him stays inside where it belongs, he thought, deliberately making the suggestion as lurid as he could. He grinned at the bright red color Everett turned.

Phastos chuckled softly at Ben's words and finished cleaning and dressing his mates, then did the same to himself. When we next go out for supplies, make a list of what you'd both like and I'll see what I can do, he promised.

Everett fidgeted as he was cleaned and dressed. Part of him wanted to argue that he could do it himself; while he and Phastos' had been affectionate, the other man had refrained from doing anything that pointed out his dominance over Ross. He didn't argue, though. For as unsettled as the bond now felt, it also felt right to listen to the other two men and submit to their care. The bond had definitely shifted into new territory. We... We're not platonic anymore, are we? he thought faintly.

Ben looked at him with concern and sympathy. I'm sorry. Adding me to your bond changed it. I hope it isn't in a way you find untenable.... He darted a worried look toward Phastos. If Everett was feeling unsettled, his husband might be as well.

I don't think we ever truly were platonic anyway, Phastos answered. We just had to wait for Ben to join to figure out the mechanics. He wrapped an arm each around their waists. This isn't a bad thing.

Everett swallowed at that, then nodded. It was true, after all. The choice not to have sex in their bonded relationship was more to do with Phastos' loyalty to his husband and Everett's belief in not undermining that loyalty. Ben was obviously 200 percent behind all three of them having an active sex life. The bond was altering to fit that. As unsettled as he felt, Everett knew it wasn't the thought of frequent claiming making him nervous. No. Not bad. He leaned into Phastos, instinctively seeking reassurance.

You still seem unsure, though, Ben thought sadly, wrapping his own arm around his mate as Stephen unlocked the holding cell to let everyone out and asked them to go to the infirmary to be checked out.

I... I am. But I don't know why... Ross admitted.

It's an adjustment. For all of us. Not just you. Phastos' voice was calm and as reassuring as he could make it. Out loud, he said to Ben, "Once Stephen has drawn blood and taken care of physicals, we can show you to our room. And give you the rest of the tour."

Ben smiled. "I look forward to it. Is Jack near our room as well?"

"We picked a room that was across from his." Everett grinned. He was still leaning on Phastos and it was obviously helping. The unease through the bond was slowly ebbing.

"None of us would have it any other way," Phastos said. "I won't show you his room, though. I think he might prefer to do that himself."

Pepper heard the conversation and looked towards her two bond mates. "Is our room close to Morgan's?"

Tony smiled. "Yes... Her room is near both of our rooms..." He nodded at Mordo.

Pepper looked towards Mordo. "You'll be moving in with us now, won't you? Since we've formed a relationship."

"If you would like that," Mordo answered.

Tony clapped his hands together and grinned. "Excellent. We can get you both settled into my room after they check us out and draw more blood..." he said, a feeling of relief that his wife and bond mate liked each other and would be happy together, with him, going through the bond.

Pepper smiled. "And then I'd like to have a proper look around this base. Was this what you were working on before Ultimus invaded?" she asked her husband.

"Guilty as charged." Tony's smile was wry, as he wrapped an arm around her waist and his other arm around Mordo's shoulder. "Sadly, I wasn't able to get anyone hidden before he struck, but it's been helpful since Steve released us."

By this point, they were all in the infirmary, Lincoln and Stephen quickly administering the exams and drawing the blood.

Once all of the exams had been given and blood was drawn, the tour of the base was given and the newcomers settled into their rooms.

***

The next several days were uneventful. They had a list of people they were looking for, but hadn't had any luck in locating them. They were also just looking for potential rescues in general. Whether Ultimus had wised up and decided not to send powered people after them, or whether there was another reason entirely, no one had shown up on Friday's radar. The end result was, they hadn't rescued new people after Pepper and Ben were found, but they had got a lot of supply runs in and stocked all the storage areas.

While they had enough in the way of food and clothing and toiletries, with so many couples now sleeping together and leading fairly active sex lives, more of the adult supplies were getting used up. And the four younger subs were keen to replenish their own supplies and pick up some of the items they'd been tempted by but not picked up when they initially went out.

So that morning, the group were making plans for the 'fun run', as many of them had taken to calling it.

"So, same shop as before, or did you find a different one?" Kate asked curiously.

Dane added, "Are any others joining us?"

"I think we're heading to the same shop as before," Harry said. "But we might want to see if there are other shops, because eventually, we'll end up using all of its stock." He paused. "I think some of the others are heading in the opposite direction to see what they can find, though."

"Who?" Kate asked suspiciously. "Quill, Druig-or Pietro-will likely get some interesting stuff. The others are more likely to focus on just lube, cuz that's needed for the bonding."

Dane snorted. "What kind of interesting stuff are you wanting, anyway?" he teased.

Kate blushed, but didn't answer.

"I'm fairly sure I overheard Phastos talking to Ben and Ross about some more 'interesting' stuff." Peter shrugged. He was interested in going back and seeing what there was, but was fairly resigned to the fact that 'adventurous' was not on the cards. Still. It wasn't like it would hurt anything to pick up some more items.

"Really?" Kate's eyes widened. "Phastos' and Ross were so... tame!" She kept quiet about her own desires. Norman had barely touched her the times he'd taken her and was so careful to keep their interactions innocent; he hadn't even discovered that she'd shaved for him, let alone made use of the result. She had a feeling nothing she found in the shop would be used.

"I guess things changed when Ben was found," Harry said. "Sorta like how Mordo's now moved in with Tony and Pepper. We clear on what the plan is? Or do we want to figure anything else out?" he asked.

Peter shrugged. "I think we're pretty clear on it all."

"Go in. Get the stuff. Head back to base. And if we see something strange, let our Doms know and don't go after it on our own...." Dane nodded.

"Which is a rule mostly for just half of us," Peter said...even though he wasn't actually annoyed, understood why the rule was in place and was happy he could leave the base.

"Yeah. Well. Only half of us or not, I don't need another spanking, so ..." Kate winced in remembrance.

Harry's look was sympathetic. "Yeah, well, it's like we've got inbuilt cell phones that just have one number programmed in. So...use it if we need to." Since they didn't need to figure anything else out, he began heading out of the base, expecting the others would join him. You think about anything you'd like? Or do you just want me to send you images of what looks interesting to me and you can tell me what you think? he asked Wong.

Send me images and I'll tell you if I'm against it. Otherwise, I'm game for anything... Wong thought back.

Kate kept any thoughts she had in mind to herself. While Norman had said he was attracted to her, he also felt weird about it because of her age. She didn't want him feeling even more weird.

Dane was looking around as they walked. Anything in particular I should look for? he asked Otto.

What about floggers? Harry paused in front of a display and sent a mental image of it to his mate. I like beng spanked when it's not a punishment, but we haven't done anything involving implements.

Anything you find interesting, I'll probably be interested in, Otto responded. But feel free to send me any images of what you like the look of.

Peter hadn't closed off the bond; partly because it was one of the rules Stephen had given him if he was leaving the base (if he was linked to his bond mate, there was much less chance of him taking off even if he did see something), but also because, despite the fact that Stephen hadn't indicated an interest in anything, Peter figured he could gauge the older man's reaction to what he picked up. Still, he found his attention drawn to some of the less tame objects and wandered over to look at them. Do people really find these kinds of things a turn-on? That looks more like it belongs in a medieval torture chamber.... Shaking his head, he walked over to take a look at the restraints.

Do you find that interesting to think of? Wong asked. I'm willing to try anything within reason.

Dane took Otto at his word. He wasn't terribly interested in implements; he liked feeling Otto over a piece of wood or leather. He sent a mental image of different lubes that were flavored, or were meant to cause different sensations, to see if Otto had a preference

A very noticeable 'cringe' came through the bond at the 'medieval' devices. The dislike for those items was made more noticeable by the relief that went through the bond when Peter moved to the restraints.

Kate grabbed a few items that didn't look too outrageous, but she didn't send images to Norman. She was pretty sure he wouldn't feel comfortable with them. She would save them for a time in the future when she could convince him she wasn't too young for him to be attracted to, so he wouldn't feel guilty about it.

Actually, yeah, Harry admitted. At least, the idea intrigues me. I don't think I'd like it if you used an implement for punishment, though. It'd feel.... He paused, unable to think of the right word, but trusted that Wong would understand what he meant.

Why don't you bring back a selection? Otto suggested. We can try them all out.

Peter stayed with the restraints for a few more moments before he then turned his attention to the lube. He'd paid careful attention to Stephen's preferences...taking note of what the older man's favourite fruit was and always making sure there was plenty of it now they had fresh fruit. When he spotted a lube that was the same flavour, he immediately picked it up.

Kate, don't block the bond. Norman's voice came through clearly; not scolding, but firm. I need to feel that you're safe. After all, this was the first time the four subs had gone out together since they'd been involved in fighting with a converted Loki and Peter Quill.

Detached. Emotionally distant. I would never use anything but my hand to punish, Wong agreed.

Okay. I'll do that, Dane agreed and began to stock up on the items.

Stephen's curiosity could be felt through the bond.

Kate inwardly flinched and immediately apologized. Sorry... She thought and tried to find a safe spot to look that didn't immediately get broadcast back to him or give away the few small items she'd picked out. To her mortification and horror (both that it would be broadcast to Norman, but also because she couldn't understand what even half the items were and it reemphasized her innocence to him), her gaze fell on the 'medieval' items Peter had noticed. What's this for? she thought in nervous curiosity.

Glad we're in agreement, Harry thought back, clearly relieved that his bond mate understood him so well. He picked up one or two of the floggers and then wandered over to check on the butt plugs.

Otto paid attention to what Dane was picking out, making a few suggestions of his own.

You said flavoured lube wasn't out there at all. Peter's thought was sent half-unconsciously. He really was trying to think of what Stephen might enjoy rather than himself.

Some people are turned on by pain, Norman replied. I don't think you're one of them. He sent a gentle 'nudge' towards a different area of the shop. I think those items might be more suitable for us.

We are,Wong thought.

Dane took Otto's suggestions to heart, making certain to grab some of them.

It's not out there at all. Get some flavors you like as well... Stephen commented

Kate sent a grateful feeling back to her mate as she tore her gaze away from the full-body bondage gear (had she seen something like this on CSI in one of the episodes with Lady Heather?) and looked toward the feathers, ticklers and vibrators. She blushed and finally asked shyly- since he'd directed her this way, maybe he wouldn't be too uncomfortable with her bringing it home- Is there something you'd like me to bring back?

There are items for sensory play too. Peter grabbed a couple of the other flavours and wandered over to look at the same section Kate was looking at as well.

Anything you're interested in, bring back, Norman directed. There's nothing in that section that will cause you any distress or pain.

Okay... Kate thought, feeling warmth in her belly at his words. He was 'teaching' her; which was a little embarrassing, but it was also a relief and it reminded her that he cared. She chose a few of the items. She didn't know if she'd like them, but that was what experimenting was for.

By this point, Dane had grabbed all the items he was interested in and had gone to look at the selection of porn videos. Maybe Otto would enjoy watching with him.

Harry had collected a couple of the butt plugs and now wandered over to the sensory play section, picking up various items and letting Wong see them through the bond.

Norman sent waves of encouragement and reassurance through the bond, so that she'd know he felt her picking out the items was a good thing.

Otto's interest sparked faintly at the porn videos and he immediately directed Dane's attention to a couple of the titles that interested him.

They spent several more minutes in the shop picking out items. Eventually, though, they'd seen the whole shop and they had a decent walk to get back home, so they bundled everything up and headed back.

The trip back to the base was fairly uneventful. The four of them were on their guard, but there was no sign of any of Ultimus' converted...which was a little worrying. The invader couldn't have missed how many of his soldiers were being freed, which meant he was probably planning something bigger than they'd seen so far.

Once inside the base, Dane took all the items they'd got 'extra' of, as backups for new rescues, to storage. He then took his own items to his room, letting Otto know he was heading there and asking if he should meet him somewhere else after dropping everything off.

Kate took her items straight to her room and put them in an empty drawer.

I'm in my lab, Otto sent back to Dane. If you'd like, you can come meet me here.

Harry went to his room to put his items away. What are you doing? he sent to Wong. Can I join you?

Peter put the items he'd collected away in his room and then reached out to Stephen. Do you have any plans for lunch? Maybe we could have another picnic?

I'll do that. Dane went to meet his mate.

I'm reading up on the bond further. You can join me, Wong responded.

I was just going to join everyone else for lunch like normal. I suppose if you want to do another picnic, we can, Stephen responded.

Kate wandered around the room for a bit, then sighed and went to see if she could help with the children. Norman was most likely working in his lab and she didn't want to disturb him. She was feeling a bit useless, though. Her skill sets weren't terribly useful in situations where they were hiding all the time. Only her desire not to upset Norman and a healthy respect of his spanking hand kept her from sneaking out to try and gather Intel on Ultimus' current activity. It was a close call, though. If she thought she could actually get good intelligence on his activities, she'd risk getting a spanking.

You found more books about the bond? Harry's interest spiked, even as he headed to join Wong.

Well, I can't ask you out for coffee for a date. And I don't think I can borrow the rec room at this late notice for a movie, so...picnic's the only idea I've got, Peter said. Though maybe I could book in a time for the rec room tomorrow.

Norman had noticed that Otto was packing up his area of the lab and figured that meant the younger subs had returned from their excursion. Are you busy? he asked Kate. I can come and meet you.

Yes... I remembered a couple of ancient texts that we'd had at Kamar-Taj. I retrieved them while you were getting you toys, Wong admitted.

You realize anyone else who wants alone time just stays in their room? They don't try and book parts of the compound so no one else will use them... Stephen was obviously amused.

I'm not doing anything... Kate sent back. Was fighting myself not to go back outside, really... she admitted. She was feeling unsettled again.

That sounds more interesting than the toys I picked up, Harry said. Can I borrow them after you've finished? It might help with the experiments. By this point, he'd reached the area where Wong was and entered.

You can't really call it a date if you're just in your apartment. Or room, Peter added, heading to the kitchen so that he could begin collecting food for the picnic.

I understand you're feeling unsettled, Norman said gently. Why don't we take lunch in our room? Just us?

Sure. I'll need to read them to you, so if you don't mind me being near your experiments.... Wong smiled as Harry entered.

Who says?! Stephen was genuinely surprised. Some of my best dates were in my apartment. My date and I would cook dinner together, then watch a movie. We could always arrange to bring a television into our bedroom and connect it to a player of some sort to watch movies in bed.

Yeah. Okay.... Kate sighed. I am feeling unsettled still and nothing I do helps me figure out why or how to stop it.

Not at all. I enjoy having you there. Harry walked over to Wong and wrapped his arms tightly around his mate. Speaking of experiments, I did get a lot of toys we can experiment with, so... His voice trailed off suggestively.

Huh. Peter sounded and felt honestly surprised. I guess I don't really know much about the dating culture. It's not like I've been interested in dating anyone apart from two people. Did you want to do that instead of the picnic?

I'll go and pick up some food from the kitchen and meet you in our room, Norman said.

Maybe tonight... Wong waggled his eyebrows.

We can do the picnic. I don't think anyone else planned to go into the park area at lunch anyway. I was more making suggestions for the future, instead of having to make plans to keep other people out... Stephen admitted.

Okay... Kate headed back to their room.

Lunch now? Harry asked. We could go and start making food for everyone.

Okay, so picnic today...movie tomorrow night? Peter suggested, as he gathered up the food and drink. He passed Norman as he left the kitchen.

I'll be there shortly. Norman began collecting food.

Let's do that, Wong agreed and carefully set the books in a safe location before walking to Harry and putting an arm around his waist.  He began to lead him to the kitchen.

Harry leaned on Wong, taking comfort from the older man's presence. After a few moments, he spoke up. When you tell me what the books say, can you make sure it's just us in the labs?

Wong blinked at that. Any particular reason you don't want Peter to hear? I thought you were working on bond stuff together?

We are, Harry answered. I just don't want him to know of any possible ways to break the bond.

Why? Wong asked, worried. Does he want to break it?

He's thinking about after, when Ultimus is gone, Harry answered. But the bond is the only protection against a potential incursion. If a bond is broken, the person from another dimension will have to go back. They can't stay.

Harry... If... And it is a pretty big if, because I've seen no evidence it is possible... If there is a way to break the bond, it is only right to share the information with everyone so they can make an informed decision. I know you are friends with him and want him to stay where you are, but we can't make him stay. Wong's voice was sympathetic but firm.

Harry sighed. I just want to see if there's a way for someone to stay without needing to be bonded.

If there is a way to break the bond, then we'll research that as well. There is no guarantee that breaking the bond would reset an individual's make-up to what it was before the bond, anyway. The changes could be permanent, Wong pointed out reasonably.

I guess, Harry answered. I know I don't want to break the bond between us. Even if it was possible.

I am glad. I don't want to break our bond either, Wong agreed.

Harry smiled and leaned into Wong, a contented, happy feeling coming through the bond. I love you.

***

If we aren't doing a group activity tomorrow night, a movie in our room sounds good, Stephen said. Do you want me to meet you in the park area?

Yeah. I'm heading there now, Peter responded. I'll see you in a couple of minutes.

Okay. Stephen finished what he was doing and cleaned up, then headed to the park area.

Peter had set everything up by the time Stephen arrived, not that there was much to put out. He was looking up at the ceiling with a thoughtful look on his face. I should have thought about getting those lights when we were out, carried unconsciously through the bond.

Stephen looked up at the ceiling as well. What lights? he asked. He sat down across from Peter.

"To make it look like the night sky," Peter answered. "I think the children would probably enjoy the feeling of camping, even if it's not actually outside." He smiled and gestured towards the food. "I wasn't sure what you were in the mood for, so picked up a selection of what I know you like."

Stephen nodded. Maybe, if we plan it right, we could have small field trips to let the children get fresh air and sunshine. And the food looks good, he added.

Peter smiled at the compliment before saying, They'd probably enjoy it. Things have been pretty quiet outside the base recently. He began to eat. Can't help but think it's the calm before the storm.

Don't say that... Stephen said, with a hint of amused trepidation. You'll jinx us. He began to eat as well.

So what do you want to do? Peter asked. When all of this is over and Ultimus is destroyed?

Well .. Wong is Sorcerer Supreme. I would likely go back to defending the Earth from magical attack. Beyond that, I hadn't thought about life outside of the Mystic Arts for a long time. So, I don't know. Stephen shrugged faintly.

There isn't anything you'd like to do? Just for yourself? Peter asked.

Before I became a sorcerer, everything I did was for myself. Since I've become a sorcerer, most everything I do is for the world, but I'm happy. So I haven't given it much thought. Stephen shrugged again.

Peter nodded slowly. I mean, I get it. Before I came here the first time, I stopped trying to be Peter Parker and just started being Spiderman. After Gwen died and Harry...I don't know. It kinda felt like I should stop trying to have a personal life.

Never thought about it as giving up a personal life. I got together with friends and such, so I wasn't lonely, if that's what you think. I just wasn't interested in having more than just friends. I tried that with Christine and it did not turn out the way I wanted or expected and for good reason. I wasn't interested in going through that again when I had more important things to take care of. Stephen shrugged once again.

I guess it works for you, Peter said. He began pouring them drinks.

It does. It's not to say I can't adjust to another way of living, but I don't need to. Stephen smiled.

Yeah. I guess you've had to adjust to all of this, even though it will hopefully only be temporary, Peter commented.

We've all had to adjust to this. It will be nice not to have to hide... Live underground. Stephen finished his meal.

Peter nodded, even as he finished his own meal. I guess, if I stay in this dimension, I'll have to look at building an identity for myself here.

Yes. Given what you told me happened to the Peter Parker in this dimension, I'm not certain you would be able to build an identity using your real name. Stephen frowned thoughtfully.

Something I need to think about, at least, Peter said. I guess I can keep my first name. I'll have to decide on a last name eventually.

We're bonded. That's practically the same as marriage. Just use my last name, Stephen said calmly. Just because he wasn't at the same place emotionally as Peter, didn't mean he didn't take the responsibility he had to the younger man any less seriously. And he did care about Peter, even if he was reluctant to say he loved him.

Peter paused, surprised by the suggestion...even though, thinking about it, he realised he shouldn't be. Peter Strange, he said. Okay. Yeah. Makes sense. It'll take a while to get used to, but I've got until Ultimus is defeated to do that.

Stephen chuckled softly. Hopefully, it won't take long for either.

Being completely free soon would be nice, Peter agreed.

And then... Begin rebuilding here while trying to help other dimensions escape, Stephen thought somberly.

And get the people he took from their homes back safely, Peter said.

Of course, Stephen agreed.

And in the meantime...figure out how to tire myself out so that I don't actually dream. Since my nightmares always wake you. Peter's voice was wry. The past week hadn't been great for sleep.

Even that doesn't always work, Stephen admitted wryly. He still had numerous nightmares from Dormamu... As well as seeing all the futures that could have been with Thanos.

I know. But it helps more than it doesn't, Peter said. Of course, I could still move out of the room. It'd at least mean you didn't have sleep interrupted by my nightmares.

There's no need. If it becomes an issue, I will let you know, Stephen disagreed.

Okay, Peter replied. I'll just try and figure out ways to tire myself out. Last times that happened involved bondage. His mental voice was wry. He didn't know what it said about him that being restrained and under Stephen's control had resulted in a better night's sleep than he'd had in a long time. He figured it was just proof of how weird his life had become.

Yes, well. It would be good to try and find ways to help you relax that don't involve that. Stephen snorted softly. That should be for fun .. not for therapeutic reasons.

Is there a reason it can't be both? Peter responded. It's not like it isn't a turn-on.

Beyond the fact that I can't always tie you up to get you to sleep?  And you need to be able to sleep even if I can't tie you up?  Stephen raised an eyebrow. No offense, but I prefer fun things not become necessities. Otherwise they cease to be fun and are more like chores.

Peter snorted softly. I didn't necessarily mean to use it as a way to get me to sleep. Just saying it has a dual advantage. Besides. I know you don't get anything out of it, so there's no way I'd ask or even expect you to do it a lot. 

Stephen narrowed his eyes. We were talking about ways to get you to sleep... So I can't help thinking you were thinking of it as a way to get you to sleep. That some small part of you thought maybe I'd like it more if I thought it served a dual purpose? But whether you intended that or not, the fact remains that we need to find a safe way for you to be able to sleep, even if I'm unable to help you. He paused. While we are on the subject, however... I don't hate it. Restraining you. It is true that I don't get the same thrill from it you do, but it isn't abhorrent to me and as long as you don't expect it all the time, I am willing and able to give you what you need and actually be able to enjoy myself too.

Okay, Peter said. Just. I know we're not on the same page emotionally. But it's like I said before. I don't want to just take from you. I want to give you some good experiences too. He shifted slightly. I know Steve was talking about training sessions. That sort of thing would probably be really good at tiring me out.

I know you don't... But... It isn't something that can be directed. I wish I knew what to tell you... Until you and this bond, I'd never been with a man. I have no clue what I'd like. But if something does interest me, I will make sure you know. Stephen sighed. Whatever we do, it has to come naturally.

Peter nodded slowly. Well, if anything I picked up does end up interesting you, just...make use of it? When you want to.

Yeah. I'll do that. Stephen smiled, a feeling of fondness traveling towards Peter.

Peter's smile was bright as he felt the fondness. I want to go back out again soon to see if I can find those lights. Maybe we can go 'foraging' together? he asked hopefully.

Yeah. We can do that. I have a few items I'd like to get for the infirmary too... Stephen agreed.

We could look at movies, too, if we're going to have movie date nights, Peter added. Unless you're particularly interested in watching another Disney or cartoon film.

Oh no. Definitely need some more adult fare... Stephen mock shuddered.

Not that there's anything wrong with watching The Little Mermaid or Finding Nemo for the hundredth time.... Peter teased.

Let it go... Stephen sing-songed in his head.

Peter mock-groaned. I only just got that out of my head after the last Disney marathon.

Stephen laughed loudly, beginning to clean up.

Peter quickly moved to help with the cleanup.

***

Kate sat on their bed and crossed her legs. She felt such turmoil. She wished she could figure out what her problem was. There was no reason to be so unsettled and fidgety.

It didn't take Norman long to get food and drink together and then he was heading to his and Katie's room. He let her know he was there before opening the door and entering.

Kate was sitting on their bed, legs crossed. She looked up at the knock. I'm here. Do you need help?

No. I just wanted to make sure you didn't need some privacy. Norman opened the door and stepped into the room. How are you feeling? He walked over to sit on the bed next to her.

"I don't know. Just... Everything should be good, right? We're safe. We're fighting back. I'm in a good place, with good people, and ... everything should be good," she whispered. "I don't know what is wrong with me..." she ended sadly

"You also spent more than a year under the control of someone who invaded your dimension," Norman replied. "We're fighting back now, but that doesn't mean we're out of danger. Ultimus is still out there. He's still a threat."

Kate shivered. Everyone else seems to be handling it fine....

I think those who are in charge do a good job of acting like they're fine, Norman answered. But I guarantee you aren't alone in feeling this way. He put the food and drink down and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, gently pulling her in close and kissing the top of her head. You don't need to feel guilty because you're having trouble adjusting to everything.

Only thing keeping me from sneaking out and trying to find a way to get even with Ultimus is knowing you'd be upset and spank me.... she thought sheepishly, snuggling close.

Even if that's the only thing stopping you, you're still choosing to do the right thing, Norman said. Things would be much more difficult if you did sneak out and try to go after Ultimus alone. Especially as you could get captured and taken away from me.

I don't want to put everyone else in danger. Still. I feel so... Agitated. Kate sighed and tried to snuggle closer. She couldn't get close enough.

I understand. Norman gently pulled her onto his lap. I think we should eat something. Then perhaps we can look at some training. I know Steve was talking about training sessions.

Yeah. Okay. Maybe that will help... Kate didn't feel confident about that, but she also wanted to believe it might help, so didn't argue.

We can try. Norman picked up some of the food, so that he could encourage her to eat.

Kate shifted slightly, waiting a few seconds to see how he wanted them to sit. She couldn't imagine it would be easy for him to eat while she was on his lap, but something caused her to wait for permission to shift off his lap.

You can still sit on my lap while we eat, Norman said. I feel like it might be good for us to stay close, at least for the rest of the day. And probably the rest of this week as well.

Thank you... Kate carefully reached for one of the items he'd brought, hesitantly beginning to eat.

Norman waited long enough to make sure she was eating and then began eating as well.

It was quiet while they ate and then for a few minutes after they'd finished, but once done, Kate began to help clean up. She was trying to keep calm, but she was obviously agitated.

Once the cleanup was finished, Norman wrapped his arm around Kate's shoulders. Let's head to the training area, he suggested. You can pick up your bow and arrows along the way.

Kate leaned into Norman. Yeah. Okay. Can't train too much, right?

We have to be ready for if an attack occurs. And for when we'll be facing against Ultimus, Norman said. I think training regularly, getting into a routine of doing so, can only be beneficial.

Kate nodded. She did pick up her bow and arrows on the way to the training room, but she set them to the side and began to go through a series of movements almost like a kata.

Norman was more of a scientist than a fighter, but even before the Green Goblin, he'd still kept himself in shape. He began to do his own set of movements, after stretching to make sure his body was as loose and limber as possible.

Kate was young and limber and hadn't needed to stretch very long, but even so, she was working out harder than was probably good for her if she didn't want to be very sore and possibly injure herself. She had been agitated for several days, though and was out of ideas to help, so she didn't care.

Norman noticed and moved over to Kate's side, gently putting his hands on her body. If you carry on like this, you'll leave yourself much sorer later. And not in a good way. He rubbed his hands down her arms, gently squeezing.

Maybe... It will keep my mind off everything else... Kate slowed, unable to continue as roughly while his hands were on her; not if she didn't want to hurt him.

Harming yourself isn't a good way of taking your mind off things, Norman said, a trace of sadness coming through the bond...as if he was speaking from personal, painful memory.

You sound like you have experience in that... Kate's response was just as sad. She tried not to pry, but she was curious.

There have times I've been in very dark places in the past, Norman answered. That hasn't helped my relationship with my son.

My mom never understood my need to fight... All she could see was my putting my life and future in jeopardy. My reasons made no sense to her. Kate sighed.

I'm not telling you not to fight, Norman said. But harming yourself doesn't help anything. He rubbed his hands over her arms. We have enough problems without adding to them by not taking the proper care. When we train, you will copy my stretches until I can be certain you won't push yourself beyond your limits.

Kate bit her lip and leaned toward him. You are my trainer now? She wasn't upset at him taking over. It actually eased something inside her, even if it didn't completely ease the agitation.

Yes, Norman replied. You will follow my directions and instructions exactly.

Yessir... Kate found herself relaxing further. For the first time in a while, her agitation was secondary. Somehow, being given orders she could follow, was expected to follow, helped a little.

Good girl. Norman gently squeezed her arms, allowing his feelings of love and pride to flow through the bond.

The agitation eased a slight bit more at the words of praise and his pride in her. Tears suddenly pooled in her eyes. I... It helps... A little... Being told what to do... Obeying you... Is that weird?

It's not weird, he replied. And I'm glad you told me that it helps. I want to know when something helps you. Nothing you feel could ever be weird to me.

Kate sniffled, wiping at her eyes. I'm always so scared... she admitted, feeling very small. When... When you told me what to do, I felt safe. Like you'd keep care of me and if I obeyed you, I don't have to be scared.....

I will take care of you, he promised. I will keep you safe. And if taking control of you helps you feel that way, I will keep that control over you.

Kate bit her lip and sniffled again. It won't bother you?

Not even a little bit, he promised.

Kate nodded. Can I practice more? she asked. They'd already been working out for for nearly an hour and she'd been going hard until he'd stopped her, so she didn't know if he'd allow more or would want her to shower instead.

I think we should stop for now, Norman replied. We'll go back to our room and shower and change.

Yessir... Kate leaned toward him, ready to go to their room.

Norman wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug as he led her away from the training area and back to their room.

Kate was beginning to feel the results of her working so hard. She could tell Norman had been right stopping her.

Once they reached their room, Norman led her through to the shower and began to strip her of her clothing.

Kate swallowed and blushed faintly, but didn't argue against him taking charge in such a manner. She knew he'd notice the grooming choice she'd made days before, but didn't try and hide it. It would give him one more thing to control... If he told her to keep shaving or stop. Although... Would he be taking over bathing her now? Usually, she went in and bathed without him being present. She found herself hoping he planned to take over in that area of her life; the act of him taking over had just eased more of the anxiety she'd been feeling.

Norman didn't comment on the fact that she was shaved. He was willing to take over with a lot of aspects, but giving her directions about shaving...or not shaving...didn't feel right to him. He chose to take control of her bathing, though, paying attention to her feelings and emotions. Once she was naked, he stripped himself before he guided her into the shower. He turned the spray on, making sure it was comfortable enough for her, and then began to wash her, carefully, gently and thoroughly.

Kate stood under the spray of water, holding still as he washed her completely. The intimacy of his care for her eased her even more. As her agitation eased, her emotions got the best of her and the stress she'd been feeling drained out of her through tears. She leaned into him, against him, the skin-to-skin contact helped her as well.

Norman didn't try to stop Kate from crying, or letting go of her emotions. He continued to gently wash her body, sending through waves of reassurance and affection and love through the bond. You're safe here. With me. I've got you, he promised.

I'm safe with you. I... I need you so much. I fall apart when I try to handle myself alone.... Kate shivered.

I won't abandon you or leave you alone, Norman promised. Even once Ultimus is destroyed and our worlds are free. He continued to clean her and then himself. Then, once they were both thoroughly cleaned, he helped her out of the shower and began to gently dry her off.

I'll be yours forever? Even when you no longer need me to be free of Ultimus? Kate thought.

Forever, Norman promised. I will always need you. Even if it won't always be to remain free of Ultimus.

Kate impulsively threw her arms around Norman and pressed tight to him. "I love you..." she said, in a tiny voice.

Norman hugged her tight in return. "I love you too," he murmured. Since they were both dry, he led her through to the main room so that he could start dressing her.

Kate whined softly. She didn't really want any barriers between them... even of the material variety... But she didn't argue. He was in control. She'd trust his decision.

"I figured we'll go and join the others for a couple of hours," he said. "You'll be staying close to me, on my lap, where I can more easily keep control of you. And then later, this evening, we'll come back here. No barriers," he promised.

Kate swallowed and nodded. Yessir... she agreed, calming once she heard his plans. She'd be happy to spend the rest of the afternoon just with him, but she's obey his directive.

Norman finished dressing her and then dressed himself. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and guided her from their room. He didn't let the thoughts come through the bond, but he wanted her to spend some time with the rest of those at the base...especially the children. He hoped that, on a subconscious level, she'd remember that there were people relying on her to stay safe. Even if it only made her think a handful of times more, it would be better than nothing.

Kate followed his direction quietly. She made note of where she was led.

Norman led his bond mate to where the children were, figuring that they were the best reminders of why they needed to keep themselves and the rest of the base safe.

Kate smiled crookedly at the children and began to interact with them. She knew why Norman had brought her to the children. She couldn't be upset at it, though. She took a book one of the children handed her. "Okay. I'll read to you...."

***

Nebula hadn't been one of those who had gone out searching for supplies. Being under Ultimus' control for so long had unnerved and unsettled her. So she dealt with those feelings the same way she felt with all of the negative emotions that troubled her.

In the training area, Nebula began to practice some of her moves. She might have evolved from the killing machine her adoptive father had turned her into, but fighting was one thing she was good at. And she was determined not to falter again.

Lincoln had stayed with Nebula. He wasn't needed to get supplies and he wanted to be there if she needed him.

Nebula glanced towards her bond mate. You should train too. She wasn't used to training alone...but then again, she wasn't used to sparring where the intention wasn't to harm the person she was fighting with. It felt like she needed to practice sparring that wasn't dangerous to her or her partner.

I'm not as advanced as you, Lincoln said, chagrined. I can train, but I'd be more hindrance than help for anyone else. He walked out into the training area anyway.

It's still good to learn some self-defence. Just in case the worst happens and this base is attacked. Even if it's just fighting off an enemy so you have a chance to get away. Nebula moved a bit nearer to him. I won't train you how I was trained, she promised. During the Snap, I had the opportunity to see many different styles of fighting and training.

Lincoln smiled. Watch this... He turned toward one of the punching bags in the corner, letting his electricity go. If you can teach me how to fight while using this....

Nebula watched with interest, clearly impressed. That is a huge advantage, she agreed. Have you done any training before?

A little. Before, I had to hide my abilities because it scared people, Lincoln admitted

I don't think you need to worry about that here, she commented. Before we begin, you should do some warmup exercises.

Yes, ma'am ... Lincoln grinned and began to stretch.

Nebula had already warmed up, but she did a few more stretches while he did so.

Soon, Lincoln was stretched enough to safely work out and he and Nebula began to train. After an hour, he pulled back. I'm sure you are capable of continuing on for a lot longer, but I need a break. You interested in going to the garden area? I think I overheard Peter mentioning that he found a few berry bushes. We could get some berries. If there are enough, we could make a cobbler or a few pies for dessert tonight.

Nebula nodded. We can go to the garden area, she agreed. I don't believe I have ever had a cobbler before. I will be interested in trying it. She smiled.

Lincoln grinned. Cool. I can show you how to make it too! First... A shower, though. They went back to their room and cleaned up, then went to get berries.

****

Bucky was in the rec room, playing chess with Thena.

Thena might have been more of a warrior, but she still enjoyed strategy games. Chess allowed her to practice her strategies, along with giving her something else to focus on other than how fractured her mind was.

Bucky enjoyed chess because it allowed him to show that he was a strategist. People tended to overlook that when they looked at him, because of how long he had been 'controlled' as the Winter Soldier.

Thena moved one of her pieces. "Check," she said.

Bucky studied the board closely, finally moving a piece so that he was no longer in check.

She smiled. Through the bond, it was clear that she enjoyed this challenge; enjoyed being able to play games with someone just as skilled in strategy as she herself was. She didn't even care about winning. Even a loss would be able to teach her something. Still. That was no reason not to give her all to the game and she continued to do so.

Bucky was grinning ear to ear. He knew a lot of people who might be smart enough to beat him in chess... But there were few who would bother playing with him. He was enjoying himself.

There was an obvious move that Thena could make. One that would bring the game to a quick end. But she didn't take it, instead choosing a different move...one that would cause the game to last longer. She was thoroughly enjoying herself.

Bucky slanted his head and considered her. You let the easy move go... he noted, curious as to her reasons.

Thena smiled. If I took the obvious move, the game would quickly end. I'm getting just as much enjoyment from learning your strategies, perhaps more, than I would at chasing an easy victory.

Bucky nodded. I'm learning quite a bit as well. He made another less obvious move.

Thena studied the board for a few moments and then made another move herself, once again choosing the less obvious move.

They continued in this manner for another hour. They were fairly evenly matched, Thena's experience offset by Bucky's unconventional methods.

Eventually, Thena made a move that would bring the game to a close. She'd clearly enjoyed herself; sparks of enjoyment carried clearly through the bond.

Bucky grinned as he tipped his king over in response to her move. Congratulations. I'll have to remember that move next time I play against Stark or Banner... He laughed.

I'm glad I could show you something. She laughed softly.

I'm sure you could show me a lot of things. I spent seventy years of my life under other people's control, so while I'm talented, I don't always remember what I know... Bucky's grin was wry.

We can help each other, she said simply.

Yeah. We can. Bucky's smile eased. Why don't we go see what's up in the kitchen? I overheard someone mentioning berries....

Thena nodded. That sounds good to me, she agreed. She packed away the chessboard and waited for him to join her.

Soon, they were cleaned up and heading into the kitchen.

****

Brock was still uncertain about his place in the building. Unlike all the others who had been rescued from Ultimus, he had been on the wrong side prior to Ultimus' arrival and hadn't realized until it was too late. They were giving him a chance because he'd actively tried to go against Utimus, even if he had realized regrettably late how wrong he had been. But... he didn't feel like he belonged. Only the fact that the bond had put Sam firmly in control of him, and he wasn't certain what would happen if he just left, kept him from sneaking off. Still. It was hard not to just sneak off. It was this that led to him going above ground and leaving the base proper. He didn't go far, and made certain to keep himself hidden as much as possible just in case Ultimus had agents in the area, but he did leave the building. And he didn't ask or even inform Sam ahead of time.

Sam's bond with Brock allowed him to link with the other man and enabled him to sense what Brock was feeling. He'd been able to tell that Brock was feeling unsettled and guilty. And he'd done his best to spend time with his new bond mate, so that the guilt didn't overwhelm Brock.

After lunch, though, many of those who could be considered in charge had met for a meeting. Sam had been among them. And by the time the meeting was over, he wasn't sure where his bond mate was. Brock? Where are you? he sent the question through the bond.

Brock hadn't blocked the bond; Sam had forbidden that from the very beginning and he hadn't felt inclined to disobey the order. So it surprised him when Sam asked for his location instead of already knowing where he was by using the bond. I'm  outside... he sent back, not even thinking to hide the fact he'd left the building without permission. Not very far, though. There is a tiny stream about 500 feet from the entrance. I'm sitting beside it, under a huge tree so that I can't be seen easily from above.

You shouldn't be outside, Brock. Come back. Sam's voice was firm. He allowed the bond to remain open, so that Brock would feel he was worried rather than angry.

Brock sighed. Can I stay out for just five more minutes? he asked wistfully, even as he began to carefully make his way back to the building, keeping an eye out in case he were seen, so he wouldn't accidentally lead the enemy back to base.

Brock. It's dangerous to be outside the base. Even more so to leave without a word to me or one of the other leaders. Sam's voice was scolding, though it wasn't harsh.

Yessir... Brock sent back, only a little irritable. He knew Sam was right. And the other man wasn't nearly as upset as he could have been at discovering Brock had gone outside. He had reached the entrance by this point and was returning inside. Friday immediately let Sam know when he was in the building.

Thanking Friday, Sam immediately went to meet his bond mate.

Brock looked up as the elevator doors opened and he saw Sam waiting for him. He wasn't certain if he was in trouble for leaving without permission or not. He had come back immediately when Sam told him to, but then again, Sam had needed to contact him to find out where he was in the first place, which Brock doubted was acceptable. He swallowed and remained silent, forcing himself to face Sam but not able to say anything. He didn't want to make excuses.

Sam reached out and gently grasped Brock's shoulder. We'll talk in our room, he said, proceeding to lead his bond mate in that direction.

Brock let himself be led without any struggle. Yessir... he thought. He couldn't quite hide his nervousness.

Sam kept his hand on Brock's shoulder as they reached their room, though he didn't speak until they were inside and the door was closed behind them. Then, he asked, Why did you leave the base without permission?

I just wanted to go outside. I... I was afraid you'd tell me no... he admitted reluctantly. He couldn't claim he wasn't used to following orders. Even if he'd made his own decisions 90 percent of the time, he'd still had some orders he'd been required to follow. He knew how to follow orders.

Even if I had told you no, it would have been for a good reason, Sam said. Primarily that we can't risk Ultimus finding this base. That's why no one leaves without checking with one of those in charge. He placed his other hand on Brock's other shoulder, squeezing both gently. I know you've not been feeling great. That's why I've been keeping a close eye on you and keeping you close to me. So I can tell when something like this might happen and be able to head it off at the pass.

I... I know... I was very careful to keep hidden. But I still should have asked... Brock admitted. Even if it has been hard, it's nothing I don't deserve.

I don't think any of us truly get what we deserve. If we did, none of us would be here now. Sam guided Brock over to the bed and sat down, gently pulling his bond mate across his lap. It wasn't really about punishment for leaving the base. Sam was more planning to help Brock move past his guilt. It might take a while, but...they had time.

Brock swallowed and reached down to hold onto Sam's ankle. He didn't argue against being spanked. He knew he deserved it for not getting his Master's permission to go outside. He was just glad he hadn't compounded his actions with disobedience. If I got what I deserved, I'd be dead... Brock thought miserably.

You don't deserve to die. Sam rubbed Brock's back gently. Yes, you made mistakes. But you aren't the only one to do that. And when it counted, you made the right decision. You stood against Ultimus, even when it meant you losing your mind. He rubbed his bond mate's back for a few more moments and then proceeded to bare Brock.

I wish I'd realized before Ultimus how wrong I was. I should have been on your side all along... Brock sniffled, already tearing up from emotion.

You're here now. You're on the right side now. Sam lifted his hand and let it fall in the first firm swat before repeating it, quickly beginning to pepper Brock's entire backside with the firm smacks. There was no discernible pattern, even though he made sure every inch of his mate's bottom, from the crest down to mid-thigh, felt the admonishment.

Brock tried to hold still, but the inability to predict where the smacks would land made it difficult to impossible to prepare. Soon, he was squirming helplessly, unable to do anything but accept the punishment.

Sam's grip on Brock was firm, making sure that Brock was in no danger of falling, or otherwise hurting himself. When the other man's bottom was a deep, dark pink, shading to red in places, he paused and let his hand rest on the heated skin, rubbing. You aren't a tool for HYDRA or for Ultimus anymore. Now, you belong to me.

I'll only obey you from now on, Brock promised. He was quivering over Sam's lap, tears falling freely down his face. He'd gone limp, having tired himself out squirming, but also because having Sam control him and hold him accountable eased some of the unease and worry. If Sam cared enough to discipline, then he wasn't a lost cause.

Good. Sam rubbed for a few more moments and then resumed swatting, darkening the shade of Brock's bottom to a rosy red...ensuring his mate would be able to feel the effects for a while after they'd finished.

Brock let out a tiny sob. His bottom was so sore and he still felt so guilty, but... he felt at ease. He trusted Sam to help him. He trusted Sam to take care of him in whatever way he needed. He left the bond completely open, as it had been since it formed, so Sam could feel everything he felt. Gratitude and love welled up, pouring through the bond. I'm sorry, Sir.

I have you, Sam promised. And whatever you're sorry for...whatever you feel guilty for...I forgive you. For everything. The bond was fully open his end too, allowing Brock to feel how much Sam cared about him. How much Sam loved him.

I love you so much... Can't live without you... Brock continued to cry vocally, though it wasn't hard or loud. It was a release of anxiety as much as one of pain. Need you so much... Need to belong to you forever....

You will belong to me. Forever.... Sam voiced the promise as he moved Brock into his arms, on his lap, and cuddled the other man tightly. He rubbed gently down over Brock's back and bottom.

Brock slumped in Sam's arms, snuggling as close as humanly possible. Please, Master? Help me feel it? That I belong to you? Brock wasn't aroused. It was impossible to be aroused when he was being disciplined for behaving in a way Sam didn't want. His request was purely emotional. He needed to connect and belong emotionally; even if he physically wasn't needy, he needed to feel the connection physically.

It didn't necessarily have to be sex that helped him feel the control, either. He'd seen some of the toys brought back. If Sam didn't want to claim him through intercourse, he could claim him with a toy that would keep his attention focused on Sam the rest of the afternoon and evening. It was, of course, entirely up to his master.

Sam gently kissed the side of Brock's neck. He could tell that the other man wasn't aroused; that it wasn't necessarily sex that he wanted. He'd seen some of the toys brought back as well; had actually taken some of them for use between him and Brock, before the meeting had occurred. Situating Brock carefully, he reached out for two of the items he'd brought back with him: a collar and a leash.

Brock swallowed at seeing the collar and leash and automatically tilted his head so that Sam could easily put it on him. It was a physical sign of Sam owning him. He needed that badly.

Sam put the collar in place around Brock's neck, settling the leash under his mate's shirt with one end tucked into his own pocket. You won't be leaving my side, he promised.

Thank you, Master. Brock shifted closer to Sam, feeling 'tied' to his mate.

Sam wrapped his arms tightly around Brock, still gently rubbing his back and down over his bottom. His entire focus was on his bond mate, perfectly content to stay cuddling with Brock for as long as the other man needed or wanted.

Brock was feeling very needy. As long as Sam was willing, he'd stay in Sam's arms until dinner time.

***

Yelena was sat on a chair, out of the way, watching Reed work. What are you doing? she thought curiously.

Stark began working on a scanner to try and determine if someone is from another dimension, Reed answered. I thought I'd see if I could add anything using my own experience.

Yelena perked up at that. Do you think it will cause problems later? If someone is from another dimension?

I think it will cause problems for anyone from another dimension who is not bonded to someone from this one, Reed answered. Ultimus clearly provides some kind of protection, otherwise this world, along with many others, would be facing destruction.

So, if we find a way to get rid of Ultimus, we need a quick and foolproof way of finding those who are from other dimensions but not bonded... Yelena realized. A sliver of fear pooled in her stomach. The fate of universes depends on it ...

From my understanding, it's already a given that when Ultimus is defeated, the next job will be returning those people to their own dimensions, Reed said. If this scanner can be perfected, it will make it a lot easier. You can't always rely on what people say.

Yelena nodded. In my experience, you can't rely on what people say nearly ever. She sighed. The only one she had ever really been able to rely on had been Natasha. Losing her had hurt.

Reed glanced at her, able to feel the faint spike in emotions. You lost someone close to you?

The only one who I could rely on what they said. My sister.... She died long before Ultimus showed up. Yelena smiled faintly at remembering Natasha.

I'm sorry to hear that. Feelings of empathy came clearly through the bond.

Yelena turned a considering gaze on him. I believe you. I think you are someone I can now rely on....

I won't lie to you. Or say things I don't mean. He left unsaid that he couldn't anyway, given the bond between them.

I will be honest as well... Yelena promised.

I appreciate it, Reed said. In a situation like ours, I believe honesty is the best way.

Yelena smiled at that. That is true. I have been in worse situations, though. Of all outcomes that could have been, being connected in a bond to someone who is a good person is better than I would have expected.

I'm glad the situation isn't as troublesome for you as it could be, Reed said sincerely.

Yeah. It's a nice change... usually in a situation like this, I'm life or death, getting ready to throw myself off a flying fortress... or something like that. Yelena snorted.

I don't think anyone will be asking or expecting you to risk your life like that, Reed said.

Maybe not. Sometimes stuff just happens. Yelena shrugged.

I think everyone here will do everything within their power to protect the base and those who live here, Reed commented. And you are counted in that number to protect.

That will take some getting used to, Yelena acknowledged.

You will have time to get used to it, Reed replied. I will help you.

Thank you for that. How are you handling this so well? Your life has changed just as much... Yelena watched him curiously.

This isn't the first time something has happened that changed my life, Reed answered. Gaining my abilities changed everything for me. As did having Thanos wage war against my home dimension. There was a shadow of grief on the latter; a memory of an old wound, or perhaps a regret.

Thanos hit your dimension too? Were... were you all able to undo what he did? Yelena asked hesitantly. She could feel the underlying sorrow.

He didn't get as far as taking away half of all life, Reed answered. One of our number had been corrupted by a tool known as the Darkhold. He was able to forsee Thanos' destruction, but the knowledge came at a terrible cost. His actions caused the destruction of another dimension in its entirety.

That sounds horrible... Yelena winced. Do... do you have family to return to? she asked hesitantly.

My children are, I hope, safe...although I suspect they have been held captive the same as the children in this dimension, Reed answered.

Their mother? she asked, even more hesitantly. I will, of course, accompany you to find your children as soon as the opportunity arises.

A feeling of gratitude slipped through the bond at her promise, even as he responded, I don't know what happened to my ex-wife. Ultimus moved too fast to be stopped on my dimension. I believe he may have had help to infiltrate.

That does not surprise me. Both Brock and Grant said that HYDRA was working willingly with him. Yelena sighed.

I doubt that it's only HYDRA who are willingly working with him, Reed said. I suspect we might see others choosing to throw their lot in with Ultimus.

It would not surprise me at all. Those who ran the Red Room likely joined him willingly as well... Yelena sighed.

He nodded, a pensive look coming over his face. Yes. At least we now have more of a chance than we did originally. And Wong is working on getting to the book of Vishna, that should allow us to free the rest of this dimension from Ultimus' control.

Yelena nodded. And then we can help other dimensions.

That is the next goal, he agreed.

Yelena settled to continue watching him. She felt safe and comfortable and it was just as good watching quietly as it was to talk.

He was clearly comfortable and happy with her there, watching him, as he returned to the scanner he'd been working on.

They remained in quiet companionship until it was time to go to dinner.

***

Bruce had spent the majority of his day working in the lab, having managed to forget about having lunch. It wasn't unusual for him, though he realised he'd missed lunch when his stomach began to remind him he was hungry. He reached through the bond to Clint. Are you going for dinner now?

Yeah. I can come by your lab and we can go together? Clint asked. He was in a fairly good mood that carried through the bond.

Yeah, that sounds good, Bruce agreed. You seem pretty happy, he observed.

Tony found Pepper. And Phastos found Ben. Clint arrived at the lab and moved next to Bruce with a smile. It makes it seem more possible, you know? That I can find Laura and the kids. That you can find Betty.

Bruce nodded. There's no reason we shouldn't be able to find our own family members. A sense of hope came through the link, even as he began putting away his experiments.

Clint had spent years around Bruce outside and inside the lab, so he knew where most of the items Bruce used were kept. He began to help his mate clean up. You met Laura. I know she and the kids liked you immensely... He paused, almost nervously.

I like her and them, too, Bruce said honestly. They're important to me like you are.

I appreciate that... Clint paused. I never met Betty. Do you think she'll like my family too? Will she be happy that we are so closely tied together? Now that the bond had been formed, he couldn't fathom breaking it, even if it was possible.

I think she'd like all of you, Bruce replied. Especially as I'm only free because you were willing to bond with me.

Clint grinned crookedly at that. I can say the same thing, you know. You were willing to bond with me so I'm free. You know what I did after Thanos snapped everyone away. I can't think you approved of it, but you forgave it and accepted me anyway....

We all reacted differently to what Thanos did, Bruce said soberly. Grief causes different reactions. Not to say that what you did was right, but it was understandable.

Yeah. Thank you for understanding. Clint smiled sadly.

Not to say that I would stand by and let that happen now, though. Bruce's voice wasn't exactly stern, but it was serious.

I don't think it would. But if it did... I'd expect you to stop me by any means necessary. I don't want to be Ronin... Clint admitted.

Bruce nodded. Glad we're both on board with that. They'd finished putting away the items by now and he prepared to leave the lab to join the rest of the base for dinner.

Clint gently bumped shoulders with Bruce. After dinner, anything you'd like to do?

Bruce smiled and shifted a bit closer to his friend. Nothing in particular. I'm not busy, if you'd like to do something together.

I would like that. Clint smiled. They walked out to go to dinner.

***

Dinner had been fairly peaceful, with conversation and plans made for the next few days. Everyone had enjoyed the cobbler that had been made and settled down to watch cartoons until it was time for the children to head to bed, after being read to by various adults.

Peter stretched and then spoke to Stephen. I'm going to go to the training area for a bit. I'll try not to disturb you when I come back to the room.

Alright. Be careful and don't overdo... Stephen responded. He went to their room and got ready for bed, then began to read.

Peter spent close to an hour in the training area, keeping the bond mostly closed (though not completely, just enough that his emotions didn't bleed through). Once he'd started, it was hard to stop...and there were so many enhanced people in the base, all of the punching bags and equipment were enforced so that someone like Steve didn't punch it hard enough to break or burst the bag.

He stopped short of splitting skin, though it was tempting to keep on. He took a few moments to breathe deeply, to let himself calm down from the rigorous workout, and then headed back to the room...lightly reaching out through the bond to make sure Stephen didn't need more privacy.

Stephen had kept the bond open, choosing to trust that Peter wouldn't overdo it or hurt himself. When he felt Peter reopen the bond, he asked, Do you feel better?

A little, Peter answered. Safe for me to come in?

Yeah. I'm just reading... Stephen said, amused.

You could have been doing naked yoga...or something, Peter teased, as he opened the door and stepped into the room.

Why would I? That would leave certain parts in certain positions that are susceptible to painful accidents.... Stephen cringed visibly.

Peter shrugged. I mean, that was just one of many examples I could give you. He closed the door behind him and headed through to shower.

If I needed privacy, I would have told you to wait a bit before returning. As I was just reading, there was no need. Stephen paused.  I suppose I could hang a sock on the door knob if I need you to stay out longer.

Peter snorted softly. Yeah, okay. You do that. He stepped under the shower spray, wincing a little as the hot water hit his hands. He might have cut the training session short before doing any true damage, but his knuckles were still sore.

Stephen could sense the discomfort through the bond, now that Peter wasn't actively blocking it. Are you alright? he asked in concern.

Knuckles are a bit sensitive, Peter answered. The water's making them sting.

You realize when I say don't overdo it, I'm not just talking about not breaking skin, don't you? Stephen sighed and got up, leaving the room to go get an ice pack for Peter's hands.

A wave of confusion came through the bond as Peter said, But...it's not like it'll last. I recover fast....

Not the point, Peter. Just because you heal quick doesn't mean you put yourself through unnecessary pain... Stephen found the packs and came back to the room.

A hesitant feeling came through the bond and a whispered, not actually meant to be heard thought, Sometimes it feels necessary.... By this point, Peter had finished in the shower and began drying himself off before getting into pajamas.

Stephen didn't respond to the comment, as it was obviously not meant to be said to him. He made a mental note to keep an eye on things, though. As much as Stephen would prefer to have a normal relationship with Peter (or at least as normal as it was possible, considering they'd been forced to bond), Peter had made it obvious that normal wasn't in the cards.

Stephen would have preferred to keep the domination strictly to the bedroom. The under the breath comment and Peter acting like it didn't matter if he put himself through unnecessary pain had him wondering if he was going to have to take charge at all times. It was a bit annoying, but couldn't be helped. Since they didn't currently have any therapists for Peter to talk to about his deep-seated issues, Stephen had to help him cope as best he could. And hope he was doing the right thing for the younger man.

The problem was, it wasn't helping Stephen feel any closer to 'being in love' romantically. It was actually pushing him the other way. It wasn't like Stephen didn't love Peter. It was just so platonic. And Stephen knew Peter wanted more than platonic. But feeling like he had to boss Peter around like Peter was a servant, or a child, didn't turn Stephen on at all and was really having the opposite affect. 'Playing' in the bedroom was a lot different than day to day life.

He'd have to figure something out, obviously. Before Peter actually did damage to himself.  If nothing else, he needed to become better at pretending. Peter wanted and needed a Dom and like it or not, Stephen was all he had available. He would just need to do a better job at dominating Peter and pretending he actually enjoyed it, so Peter would stop feeling so damn guilty for needing things. He owed Peter at least that much.

I have ice packs for your knuckles. I want to see them when you come in to bed. Make sure they are healing. Stephen's thoughts were firm.

Okay. Peter's mental voice was subdued. It wasn't like he didn't know he was all kinds of messed up. Somehow, between Ultimus invading his dimension and being freed, something had broken inside of him. Maybe it had always been wrong, but it took a catalyst like this to bring it to the surface? It wasn't like he could really talk to anyone about how he was feeling. Harry was maybe the only one he thought might be able to understand...and Peter's interactions with his own dimension's version of Harry had him reluctant to lean on the younger man, even if Harry was aware of more than Peter had told Stephen.

It probably would have been easier if Peter had never been brought to this dimension...but that was a whole rabbit hole of thoughts that Peter didn't want to follow through, given the inevitable conclusion he knew it would reach.

Peter sighed and rubbed a hand over his face, then took a deep breath. He tried to keep himself untangled from Stephen...to stop bleeding through so much...closing the bond partway, but keeping it open enough that he couldn't be accused of closing it off. And he stepped through to the main room. "They're really more sensitive than painful," he said out loud. "I stopped short of doing anything that would leave a mark, let alone break the skin."

Stephen didn't say anything about the partial blocking of the bond. For one thing, Peter had started doing that because he hadn't wanted to stress Stephen out with his thoughts constantly filtering through. Stephen had told him he could block if necessary, but it was important to Peter that he not be a burden; and as long as blocking his thoughts didn't lead to him running off and doing stupid shit like try to rescue people by himself with no backup, Stephen thought it better to allow him the autonomy and privacy. Still... enough bled through that Stephen felt he could safely comment on Peter's remark. Maybe now they are just sensitive. They've had time to heal. And by the time I look at them, they may barely even be reddened. But I want to be certain, just in case. He didn't bother blocking his concern.

He walked over and gently took Peter's hands in his own, looking at them closely and carefully. "Believe me. A hand injury is nothing to play around with. Most people take their hands for granted. I did. Until I couldn't do half of what I had been capable of before." He spoke out loud because he felt it was important. "Can you tell me why you were agitated enough to work out that roughly?" He kept his voice neutral, if inquisitive. He didn't want to sound confrontational or angry. He wasn't sure what state of mind Peter was in currently and he needed to get a feel for that before deciding how to handle the current situation.

Peter didn't fight or resist having his hands checked over. A stab of empathy came through the bond at Stephen's words, understanding at least a little of what the injury had cost the older man. "It didn't start that way," he said out loud. "The goal was just what we'd already talked about. A strong enough workout so I could actually tire myself out and get some sleep."

He took a deep breath before continuing in a smaller voice. "I kept seeing them. In my mind. Every time I hit the bag. I kept seeing him. And the more I hit it, the quicker the images went away." He didn't say that guilt had stabbed him each time he saw the image of someone he'd failed. That he'd been tempted to continue until he was hurting himself physically, because it was easier to deal with physical pain than it was emotional.

Stephen frowned at that. "Were you seeing him, seeing him? Or just... imagining the punching bag was him and let your imagination go a little further than it should have?"

"It wasn't a mental attack," Peter said. "But...for a while...it did feel like I was actually seeing him. Like a flashback...." 

"If that happens again, don't hit the punching bag. Let one of us know. Ajak, Phastos, Thena... they've all been around a long time. They might have some ideas that can help you, since we don't have a licensed therapist that can talk with you," Stephen thought out loud. His first priority was finding help for Peter.

"I'll try," Peter said, though it was a bit doubtful. "I couldn't think logically at the time." Of course, he knew what Stephen's response to that would be: to keep the bond open, so that Stephen would be able to feel it. But it was bad enough bleeding through when he was more in control of himself. He didn't want the other man to see even more of his brokenness.

"I'll allow you to 'try'. If it becomes a recurring issue and 'trying' isn't working, I'll be stepping in." Stephen wasn't trying to be mean. He knew it was important to Peter to try and handle himself and prove that he was a capable adult. But he also wasn't going to take chances.

"Yeah, okay." Peter sighed. "Do you think I should hold off on training?" He wasn't asking to be controlled. Stephen might not be a therapist, but he was one of their medically trained people. He'd respect what the older man said.

Stephen took another look at Peter's hands. "There doesn't appear to be any damage and the redness has all but disappeared now. Tomorrow morning, let me do a scan in the infirmary just to make certain. But you should be fit to continue training as long as there aren't any hidden injuries," he determined. "It might be helpful to you to train with someone, though. They can slow you down if it appears you've lost yourself and are going too hard."

"Yeah. Maybe I'll ask Harry," Peter said. "He's already been saying stuff to me." Plus, he was closer to Peter's age. And Peter didn't feel quite so lonely around Harry.

"That would be a good idea. Unfortunately, I don't think I'd be much help in traditional training, given my hands. But I will assist you in other areas if I can..." Stephen offered, as he gently drew Peter to the bed and helped him into it. He crawled in next to Peter and turned off the lights, pulling the younger man into a loose embrace so they could sleep.

Peter sighed and closed his eyes, trying to sleep.

***

Harry walked alongside Wong, leaning on his mate. Did anything I picked up interest you? Or do you want me to just choose?

I have no preference. We can always save it for a special occasion too. We don't have to immediately rush in to try everything. Wong laughed softly.

I would like to try the flogger, at least.... Harry let his 'plea' come through the bond.

I suppose... Wong considered. After, you shower and it is time for sleep, though. It has been a long day.

Yes, sir, Harry replied, giving a smile, as they entered the room.

So bring me this special flogger that caught your interest, Wong teased.

Harry lit up and went to grab the flogger. The two of them proceeded to play for an hour or two before they cleaned themselves up and went to bed.