No More Lies

Summary: Post Captain America: Winter Soldier. What if Brock was a triple agent and Steve rescued him?
Warning(s): D/s; M/m; sexual situations; Spoilers for Captain America: Winter Soldier; AU

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Steve had hesitated over whether he really wanted to be waiting at the hospital when Brock was discharged. They hadn't spoken; not since Steve had found out that the other man, the man he'd fallen in love with and been dating since waking up in the future, was really a triple agent and had spent their entire relationship lying. He'd discovered the truth in time to lead a rescue with those agents Fury convinced him could be trusted. He'd managed to pull Brock out of HYDRA's clutches...but not before the other man had been hurt. Unconscious.

If Steve closed his eyes, he could still see the blood pooling around Brock's limp, unbreathing form. At that time, Steve hadn't thought of anything other than CPR. On restarting Brock's heart. He'd kept as much control over his strength as he could...but upon finding out that the other man had a couple of broken ribs, he couldn't help but feel like he'd been responsible. That he'd been too panicked and out of control to avoid breaking Brock's bones. That, plus the feeling that he couldn't trust the other man, had kept him limiting his visits to the evening...when Brock was asleep, and Steve couldn't ask him the questions he needed to. When he couldn't tell Brock that he thought he'd made the other man's injuries worse when trying to bring him back.

But he'd made sure he kept updated on Brock's progress. And when the other man was finally being discharged, Steve was waiting quietly outside the hospital exit. Feeling guilty, but also hurt that he'd been lied to for so long. If Brock could lie about his real purpose so easily, had he lied about the rest? About their relationship? Was he just keeping tabs on Steve to report back to Fury, or whoever else was in control?

Brock's life had been nothing but fear and stress for months, if not years. The only time he'd been able to truly relax and let his guard down was when he'd been with Steve, but even then, the need to keep the secret of his mission had left him unable to completely let go of the stress. He wanted to tell Steve the truth. If you couldn't trust Captain America, who could you trust? But it was imperative that as few people knew the truth of his triple agent status as possible and Steve knowing would put Steve in even more danger, so he'd kept quiet.

He'd made sure that his and Steve's dates never got fully physical, only allowing chaste kisses when saying goodnight at Steve's apartment after each date. Steve hadn't seemed to mind taking things so slowly. It helped ease a tiny fraction of the guilt Brock felt lying, knowing that if Steve learned the truth, or learned the lie that Brock was feeding HYDRA, that Steve wouldn't be able to associate any physical intimacy with the lies. Still, a tiny part of him wished he had a few more memories to keep him warm during the long, lonely days of recovery.

Steve never stayed long enough to talk. He never stayed long enough for Brock to find out where they stood, now the truth was out. Brock only knew he came around at night, when Brock was drugged into sleeping, because one of the morning nurses mentioned it. Brock was certain any chance he had of a long-term relationship with Steve was over and Steve was just waiting for the right time to cut him loose.

When he saw Steve by the car, waiting to take him home after discharge, he felt his stomach drop. The look on Steve's face wasn't happy and Brock was sure this was the moment Steve would explain why they couldn't see each other any longer. And Brock couldn't think of any reason why he deserved to be given another chance, even if he desperately needed one.

Steve breathed in deeply when he saw Brock. It was hard not to walk over to the other man and pull him into a tight embrace. He was sure Brock had to still be in pain; while he was healed enough to be discharged from the hospital, the chances were good that he'd need more recovery time.

While his instinct was to move over to Brock, Steve held himself stiff as he stood by the car. "I thought the car would be easier on you than the motorbike," he said quietly, once Brock was close enough to hear without Steve needing to shout.

Brock smiled crookedly if a bit sadly. "You're probably right," he said quietly. He wondered if part of the reason wasn't that it would enable Steve to keep distance between them. The motorbike would have left Brock pressed against Steve's back, after all, and Brock was mostly healed with only a few bruises left. The broken ribs that the doctors had been worried about had in actuality only been cracked slightly and they expected him to be fully functional in a couple of weeks, as opposed to a month or longer they'd initially predicted. He knew HIPAA laws wouldn't allow doctors to tell Steve that, and Steve hadn't been around for Brock to tell. Unless Steve found out from Fury, it was possible he didn't know. Brock didn't know how to ask, or even if he should, though.

Steve opened the car door for Brock, waiting for the other man to get in before he did as well. Once they were both situated, he began driving towards Brock's apartment.

"They, uh... told me not to go back to my place..." Brock interjected, as soon as he realized where they were headed, obviously unhappy with the order. "HYDRA has had too much access because of my being under cover and Fury doesn't think it safe. He said he was sending cleaners in to get whatever of my belongings were irreplaceable and salvageable, but otherwise, I need to replace everything." He grimaced at having to remind Steve of what he'd done. "I'm staying at one of his safe houses until I can find my own place again."

"Where?" Steve asked, his voice clipped. His fingers were clenched tight around the steering wheel. The car had been reinforced, otherwise he might have crushed the wheel with the force of his grip.

Brock swallowed at seeing physical evidence of Steve's 'anger' at him and quickly looked out the passenger window to hide his visible reaction to it. He didn't have the right to be hurt or upset in this situation. He'd been the one lying, after all. He quickly told Steve the address he'd been given, managing to keep his voice even, though he was sure, with Steve's super hearing, that the older man likely heard the hitch in his breath before he talked.

"Do you need to take any medication?" Steve heard the hitch in Brock's voice and while he was upset...hurting...he didn't want to see the other man in pain. There was a slight hint of guilt in his own voice, remembering the diagnosis of broken ribs.

"Yes, sir... but not until bedtime," Brock said deferentially. He'd never acted subordinate in their relationship outside of their missions. Hearing Steve's tone, but unable to figure out what exactly it meant, was leaving him off-kilter, though and it felt safer to be deferential. Just like it felt better to tell the truth about the medication, even though he had no intention of taking anything that would knock him out to sleep. Not when he was alone and had to keep aware in case HYDRA found him.

Steve nodded and took a deep breath, steadying his own voice as he asked, "What about your injuries? Will you need any help?" His voice faltered a little. He felt upset and hurt but knowing that his attempts to help Brock had potentially made the other man hurt worse...well, he didn't want to see Brock in pain. Whether he was at fault or not.

"You didn't get an update from Fury?" Brock asked hesitantly. Since Steve hadn't talked to him either, he could only assume his not knowing meant the man no longer wanted to care about him in that way. That hurt, even if it was deserved. "My ribs were only slightly cracked, not broken. I'm healing more quickly than expected. I just have a round of antibiotics to finish. I have pain medication as needed and sleeping pills, but I don't have to take them, so I should be okay on my own." He tried to give Steve an easy out.

"I wasn't sure how honest Fury was being with me." Steve left unsaid he wasn't sure how much he could trust Brock. Instead, he said, "I'm not going to leave you alone while you're in pain and still recovering. I might not know where we stand right now, but I know that much."

"I... I'll be okay. You don't owe me anything..." Brock said softly, trying to give Steve as many outs as possible... not wanting him to stay just because of duty.

"I'm not staying because I think I owe you anything." Steve paused before admitting, more than a hint of guilt in his tone, "Though I'm pretty sure I was responsible for the injuries to your ribs."

"You saved my life. A few cracks and bruises are nothing to dying..." Brock shrugged faintly. "I owe you."

"You weren't breathing." Steve's voice was so quiet, it was almost inaudible. "I thought...." He breathed in deeply before continuing, "I thought I was going to lose you." The pain of that crept into his voice, the mask he'd been keeping over his real emotions slipping slightly.

"After everything... I figured you'd want to lose me..." Brock's own voice caught.

"Brock." Steve breathed in deeply. "I didn't stop caring about you. I haven't stopped caring about you. But...you've been lying to me from day one. And...and that hurts. Because I can't help wondering, if you could lie about that so easily...what else have you been lying about?"

Brock forced himself to look at Steve then, even though the older man would see his own hurt, guilt, and fear of loss. "I tried to tell the truth as much as I was able. Us? The parts not directly related to Hydra assignments? That was all true. I was trying to keep you safe... you already have a target on you from them. Plus... telling you would have given you control on what I did from the moment you found out... would have put more stress, worry and responsibility on you. You can't tell me you wouldn't have found some way to be put in charge of my mission if you knew. Not with your history against Hydra." Brock smiled bleakly, eyes glassy, though no tears were falling, yet. "I shouldn't have done it. My reasons seemed important and irrefutable at the time, but I can see now that it was a mistake. I didn't protect you at all and cut myself off from some solid help and direction. And worse... I ruined what we could have had. I'm sorry. I know it's not enough and I don't have a clue how to convince you I'm trustworthy and that I mean it. But... I'm sorry." By the end of his explanation, Brock's voice was a low, shaky whisper. He sniffed and swallowed hard, fighting his emotions.

"I care about you, Brock." Steve's voice was soft, though hoarse with emotion. "Our relationship has felt like the only truly real thing since I woke up in the future with no one and nothing familiar. I don't want to lose you over this," he admitted softly. "I've fallen in love with you. I love you, Brock. But all of this, the secrets and lies, are tearing me apart."

"How can I fix it? How can I make what I did better?" Brock whispered hopelessly. "I love you too and I'd do anything to... to undo the hurt I caused."

"I need to be able to trust you again," Steve admitted. "You need to earn my trust again." He continued driving for a few more minutes before saying, "I was completely helpless in this situation. I had...no control. Over anything that was going on. I couldn't be at your side."

Brock winced and swallowed hard before asking, in a shaky voice, "Would it help if I gave you that control? If I found some way that you could make those decisions for me if needed? I'm not sure how, but legally, there must be some way to do it...."

"I...." Steve hesitated. "I don't need that control in a legal way," he admitted. "I need it in a personal way."

Brock blinked, then bit his lip, looking closely at Steve. "If I gave you that control... I couldn't do it just half-assed. I'd need to know you'd have it if I wasn't able to make decisions.... Assuming you are serious and truly need control over me."

Steve nodded slowly. "Yeah. I couldn't do it half-hearted either," he admitted. "Taking that step...it would become our life together."

"I don't want to lose you... lose what we were building. I need to at least try and make things right..." Brock admitted.

"All right." Steve took a deep breath. "If we're doing this, if we're taking that step, I need to make a couple of stops," he admitted. "We should probably pick up some food, too. Unless you think Fury will have stocked up the safehouse."

"I doubt he's had time to do that. Supplies are likely going to be needed..." Brock acknowledged.

Steve nodded. "Anything in particular you want me to get?"

"To be honest, if you're serious about my taking the pain and sleeping meds, I likely won't have much of an appetite. So, whatever you like will be fine." Brock sighed softly.

"I'm serious about you taking the medication," Steve replied. "And you will be eating something. Even it's small."

Brock looked like he wanted to argue, but then got an oddly grateful look on his face and nodded. "Okay, Sir."

Steve nodded, accepting the response, and parked when he spotted some of the shops he knew would carry what he needed to get. "Wait here for me," he directed, undoing his seat-belt and getting out of the car.

Brock took a quick look around the surroundings, then nodded. "If I see someone suspicious?"

"You got your cell?" Steve asked.

"It was broken when my cover got blown... haven't replaced it yet," Brock admitted, with a wince. He should have asked Fury for a burner, at least.

Steve hesitated, thinking, then said, "Maybe it's better you come with me. At least then you'll have some input into what I'm getting."

"If you don't mind... I shouldn't have a problem walking for a little bit," Brock said, with a hopeful smile.

"We don't need to rush anyway," Steve said. "But if you start getting tired, or the pain gets worse, tell me and I'll bring you back out."

"Yessir..." Brock quickly agreed.

Steve moved round to open Brock's door and hep the other man out.

Brock felt capable of getting out on his own, but he decided that if he was going to let Steve be in charge, he'd let him be in charge for everything. If he needed to make some choices on his own, he'd talk to Steve about it first. He waited until the older man helped him out, then stuck close, like glue.

Steve headed into the grocery store first, staying close to Brock...enough that they were in almost constant physical contact. He made sure to pick up things that he knew Brock liked.

Brock added a few items that caught his eye, but he hadn't been lying about a lack of appetite. It hadn't taken long at all to gather their items and soon, they had paid and were back in the car, heading to the safe house.

Steve drove quickly and carefully to the safe house and it didn't take long to reach it. He parked and got out, retrieving what they'd bought and then moving round the other side of the car to get Brock out.

Brock followed quietly, letting them both into the safe house and locking it behind them. He followed Steve into the kitchen to help put things away. It didn't take long. It took only a moment after for Brock to come to a decision. He handed Steve the key to the house. "It's the only one we have. I... if I'm giving control of my life to you, it would include where I go and when, so you should have the key."

"Thank you." Steve took the key, putting it away. He then wrapped his arm around Brock's waist, drawing the other man into a close embrace and a deep kiss.

Brock relaxed as Steve pulled him close and kissed him in a decidedly less than chaste manner. Now that Steve knew the truth, he had no reason to keep distance between them. It was a relief to know that Steve didn't want distance between them. He returned the kiss eagerly, bringing his arms up to wrap around Steve's shoulders.

Steve let his hands rub gently down Brock's back, wrapping his arms around Brock's waist possessively. He kissed deeper and harder, pressing their bodies as close together as they could go.

Brock responded to the harder, more demanding kiss by opening his mouth. He shifted closer to Steve, allowing his hips to press tightly to the slightly taller, larger man, enabling Steve to feel his 'attraction.'

Gently nipping at Brock's lips, Steve pulled back enough to murmur, "We haven't gone any further than kissing before." He hesitated, not quite sure how to ask if Brock was ready for this. He knew he was.

"I... I didn't want my lies to mess up anything we might have done..." Brock admitted hesitantly, not wanting to remind Steve that he should be angry with him. "I wanted anything beyond those few kisses to be with nothing but honesty between us. I always wanted to, though."

Steve nodded slowly. "There's only honesty between us now, right? You don't have any more deep, dark secrets?"

"Nothing I'm deliberately hiding or lying about..." Brock said quietly, if fervently. "And if I think of anything you don't know that you should... I'll tell you as soon as I'm able. "

"I appreciate that," Steve said quietly, letting his hands rub gently down over Brock's back and bottom, gently squeezing the other man's hips. He pressed a kiss to Brock's neck, nuzzling the skin gently.

"W... worst part of my mission was hiding everything from you..." Brock said, his breath catching. He slanted his head, giving Steve complete access to his throat. "It never felt right... never felt good... I don't want to feel that way ever again."

"I love you." Steve trailed a line of kisses along Brock's pulse point along the line of his jaw. "You're mine. No more hiding things. No more lying."

"No more..." Brock promised. "If I do... even unintentionally... I'll give myself over for any punishment you see fit. I can't handle the thought of anything separating us...." He swallowed, before adding hesitantly, not wanting to ruin the mood, but needing to make sure they truly were alright before continuing to make love, "I'll do that now, if it will help remove the last of the pain and distrust my actions caused..." he whispered.

Pressing a kiss to Brock's shoulder, Steve murmured, "I think we should carry on with a clean slate between us." He loosened his arms from around Brock, taking hold of the other man's hand so he could lead Brock into the main room.

Brock smiled crookedly, following obediently behind. "I'll have a clean slate?" he asked hopefully.

"No more guilt. No more pain. No more distrust." Inside the main room, Steve sat down on the couch. He guided Brock across his lap, moving a cushion in place so that the other man's ribs would be supported.

Brock blinked at finding himself over Steve's lap, but he really wasn't surprised. There weren't a lot of ways Steve could punish or correct him for his lies that wouldn't either separate them further or possibly damage him; and he knew Steve didn't want that. Plus, this was as much about him submitting and giving Steve complete control over him as it was punishment. He only shifted enough to make sure he was supported and wouldn't hurt his ribs worse, then nervously waited for Steve to decide what to do. His position left him open and vulnerable to numerous possibilities and Steve was the one in charge of deciding which possibilities to go with.

Steve placed his hands on Brock's body, pushing the other man's shirt up and his pants down, baring Brock to his touch and gaze. He began to rub and stroke and possessively squeeze, all the while making sure he didn't do anything that would put strain on Brock's wounds.

Brock closed his eyes with a shiver, before forcing himself to relax and accept the gentle treatment. He expected there would be some less gentle treatment that might hurt, but if Steve wanted to start out by claiming his property, Brock wasn't going to complain.

Continuing to stroke, caress and squeeze, Steve slowly stripped Brock of his clothes. He allowed himself to explore and touch Brock's body, mapping out every part of Brock's back side.

Brock swallowed, mouth suddenly dry, as he found himself naked and being explored. He tried not to be aroused by it, but the complete feeling of helpless dependency on Steve, knowing his lover could hurt or pleasure or even do both, and Brock would have to take it, completely surprised him by causing an arousal he couldn't hide. Even the knowledge that at some point he would be punished, somehow, didn't quell the arousal. "...S... sorry..." he said in a tight voice, positive Steve would be irritated at his lack of control.

"Don't apologize." Steve's voice was gentle. Caring. "If I wanted you to hold back, I would have told you. I want you to react when I touch you. I don't want you to hide your reactions."

"I won't hide anything from you!" Brock promised quickly.

"I know." Steve gently parted Brock's legs, so that he could begin rubbing and squeezing along his lover's inner thighs.

Brock whimpered softly. "Feels good..." he said, his voice shaky.

"I want you to feel good," Steve said. "Tell me when something feels good." He stroked one hand up Brock's back, squeezing and caressing, while his other hand continued to gently stroke and squeeze along his backside, thighs, and inner thighs.

"Yessir... will tell you. Feels really good..." Brock groaned softly.

Steve leaned down and pressed his lips against Brock's shoulder. Kissing, tasting his lover's skin felt good to him, so he pressed a kiss to the opposite shoulder. Let his fingers gently stroke between Brock's legs, ghosting over his member.

Brock quivered in place. Feeling so vulnerable and dependent on Steve was scary. It was also liberating in a way he hadn't expected. He was positioned in such a way Steve could do whatever, anything, he wanted to Brock. Brock could feel Stee's hand between his upper thighs, fingers ghosting over his member and moaned softly. The older man could 'grab him by the balls', quite literally and figuratively... Brock wouldn't fight. He belonged to Steve now. He'd given the other man complete control because he needed to make up for the lies. But now? Now he just needed for Steve to have complete control.

"I love you, Brock," Steve murmured. "I won't risk losing you. Not again." He gently squeezed his lover's member. Continued kissing along Brock's back, every so often allowing his teeth to lightly graze or nip the skin.

"I love you too... no more under cover missions. Not without your permission..." Brock promised, his voice catching in his throat as his member was squeezed.

"No more undercover missions," Steve said softly, gently squeezing along Brock's member, his other hand exploring, stroking over the rest of Brock's body. "I won't risk losing you again."

"Yessir. No more under cover. Only missions with you?" Brock shifted faintly, barely managing to keep from thrusting into Steve's hand.

"Only missions with me," Steve confirmed. "Only what I allow." He squeezed Brock's member a bit more firmly, thumb gently stroking over the tip.

"I love you..." Brock whispered, his breath catching in his throat.

"You're mine," Steve whispered, his tone fully possessive. He let his fingers stroke gently along the nape of Brock's neck, then leaned down to kiss firmly in the same spot.

"I am... forever..." Brock groaned low in his throat. "You rescued me..." he added earnestly.

"I always would. I can't lose you, Brock." Steve let his hand gently squeeze each of Brock's buttocks, even as he continued playing with his lover's member.

"You won't... I know you'll keep me safe. And I'll keep you safe," Brock breathed out.

"We'll keep each other safe," Steve said. "No secrets between us. No hiding from each other."

"Never again," Brock promised. "I hated it before. Felt awful and wrong...."

"There is nothing holding us back now," Steve promised. "No reason to hold back." He firmly gripped Brock's member, thumb stroking over the head.

Brock groaned at the action, his member slicking up as Steve rubbed the pre-cum around. "Yessir... nothing at all. Can do whatever we want. You can do whatever you want to me...."

Steve continued to rub and squeeze Brock's member, his other hand gripping his lover's neck. Every so often, he'd lean down to press a kiss to one part of the skin or the other. Every so often, he'd allow his teeth to graze against the skin. Not biting, but the possibility was there.

Brock felt completely controlled, owned, by this point. His skin, where Steve rubbed and kissed, was sensitive. His member was hard and aching and all he could do was moan, whimper, and squirm.

Steve moved Brock, turning over the other man so that his lover was face up over his lap and they could look into each other's eyes. Then, even as he continued to stroke, squeeze and caress Brock's member, he continued to kiss and rub over Brock's front side of the body.

Brock's breathing was erratic, and he couldn't stop himself from squirming uncontrollably. "S... Steve.... need you..." he began to beg, in a tight voice.

"What do you need?" Steve asked softly; not to tease, but because he needed to know if Brock wanted them to go all the way. Or if his lover just needed to have permission to let go.

"...Need to belong to you..." Brock whimpered. He needed to release, of course; but he wanted to be claimed by Steve before that happened. If he could hold out long enough.

"I picked up some things that'll make that easier," Steve admitted softly, reaching for one of the bags he'd brought into the main room with them.

"You're ready? I wasn't even sure you'd want me after everything and you're ready..." Brock's voice caught with emotion and he blinked back tears.

"I'm ready." Steve leaned forward and pressed his lips to Brock's in a deep, passionate kiss. "I want you, Brock. There's no reason for either of us to hold back now."

"Then don't hold back. I want this..." Brock said. "I need you."

"I love you." Steve got what he needed from the bag and then carefully moved them to be more comfortable. He used the lube to coat his finger and then began to slowly, and gently, push it inside his lover.

Brock stiffened and grunted softly at the intrusion, but opened his legs further for his lover, not trying to stop him. Soon, the mild discomfort eased, and he let out a quiet sigh. "Feels good," he nearly purred.

"You feel so good," Steve murmured. "I need you so much. I love you so much."

"Love you too..." Brock swallowed, keeping his eyes on Steve's face while his lover fingered him.

"Can you take another finger for me?" Steve asked softly. "Are you ready?"

"Yessir," Brock said eagerly. "Can take whatever you want to give me!"

"Good," Steve murmured. "Very good." He coated a second finger in the lube and pushed that slowly inside Brock.

Brock let his head fall back, baring his throat, but otherwise stayed perfectly in place, legs spread and raised so Steve had easy access to him. He moaned happily, enjoying what his lover was doing.

Steve slowly rubbed his fingers in circles inside Brock, watching his lover carefully. When Brock exposed his throat, Steve leaned forward and kissed the pulse point, then gently flicked his tongue over it.

Brock quivered inside and out at the attention. "I can take more..." he whispered, in a breathless, needy voice.

"Good," Steve murmured, letting his teeth drag gently over the pulse in Brock's throat, even as he covered a third finger in the lube and pushed that inside Brock as well.

Brock groaned loudly at feeling teeth on his throat- at feeling himself stretch further than he ever had before. He forced himself to relax and take it... and doing so let Steve push in further... rub over the very sensitive nerve bundle inside him. He groaned again with need as that spot was rubbed and tried to open his legs further to encourage Steve to keep doing whatever he was doing. He couldn't get any words out beyond, "More... please...."

Steve pressed slightly harder against Brock's throat, then withdrew his fingers. He quickly removed his own pants and underwear, coating his member in the lube and then pushing inside Brock.

Brock grunted, before saying, "Yessss..." in a long, drawn-out whine. "Fill me up...Please...."

Grasping Brock's hips, Steve began to thrust deep inside his lover. He leaned down and captured Brock's lips with his own, kissing the other man passionately.

Brock returned the kiss just as passionately. His arousal was quickly growing.

Steve slid his hand towards Brock's erection, gripping it firmly once more, as he continued to thrust inside his lover. Continued to kiss Brock deep and hard.

Steve's firm grip around his shaft enabled Brock to not release too soon. Feeling Steve thrusting inside of him, both with his member and his tongue, filling him so perfectly, would have sent him over the edge if Steve hadn't been gripping him.

As he felt his own release beginning to come over him, Steve gently squeezed Brock's member and then loosened his grip, just enough to indicate that his lover could let go. That Brock had permission.

Giving a guttural moan, Brock immediately released for Steve, his body tightening around the older man, squeezing around Steve, as if trying to hold him in place inside of Brock forever.

Steve's own release came over him at the same time. His body slumped on top of Brock's and his kiss turned gentle as he murmured against his lover's lips, "I love you."

Brock let out a happy little whine of satisfaction as he felt Steve release inside him. He returned the kiss, giving a tiny smile of adoration. "I love you too ..."

Steve stroked the side of Brock's face, kissing his cheek before saying softly, "Maybe we'd better talk about our relationship going forward."

Brock swallowed and nodded, pressing his face into Steve's hand. "Sounds good... means we have one to go forward with...."

"I've wanted a relationship with you since the beginning, Brock," Steve said seriously.

"I did too... just held back cuz I didn't think it would be fair to you with everything I was hiding," Brock admitted somberly.

"But you won't be hiding from me anymore," Steve said with certainty.

"Never again," Brock promised.

"And if you do, I will punish you," Steve said. "But no matter what happens, I won't leave you. Or let you leave me."

"If I ever did, I'd deserve to be punished." Brock didn't even ask how... it was enough to know Steve would keep him no matter what.

Steve pulled slowly out of Brock, cleaning them both up before sitting next to his lover and wrapping his arms tightly around Brock. "I'm taking charge, taking control of you, but I don't want you as a slave," was the first thing he said.

"So... I should tell you what I want to do and my ideas... just you have the final word in what is decided?" Brock asked.

Steve nodded. "I have the final say," he agreed. "And I'm in charge. I'm in control." He rubbed his hands over Brock's back. "I expect you not to do anything that might take you away from me. And I'll do the same."

"Yessir. Any other expectations?" Brock asked.

"No lying. No hiding things. No dangerous behavior," Steve said. "I think that covers all of my expectations."

"Nothing I should be or want to do anyway...." Brock smiled crookedly.

"Do you have anything you need to ask or clarify?" Steve asked.

"You are in charge all the time... not just in the bedroom...." Brock paused. "Should I call you Master?"

"If that feels right to you, you can," Steve said.

"Not sure it feels right or not..." Brock shrugged. "Do you have a preference."

"Not really," Steve admitted. "The name isn't as important as our relationship."

Brock nodded. "That's most important to me too."

"Is there anything else we need to talk about?" Steve asked softly.

"I can’t think of anything right now," Brock said softly. "I'm just so grateful I haven't lost my chance to be with you. I'm still a bit shocked at that."

"You mean so much to me," Steve murmured. "I wouldn't want to lose you. For any reason."

Brock pressed closer. "You won't. Not if I have any choice or control in it."

"Good." Steve hugged Brock tighter to himself. Leaned down to press a kiss to his lover's lips.

Brock returned the kiss eagerly, a sense of relief overcoming him. He'd been forgiven and hadn't lost the man he loved. Everything was going to be alright.

The End