Sam: Sam was on edge. The past few days had been so strange for him. It was nice talking with Hunter more , but he couldn't help but feel guilty. It was strange sitting there feeling jealous of everyone getting to spend time with Hunter and get closer to him; but he also felt conflicted sneaking around behind Mike's back. Mike had been good to him, sure he had a strange set of rules that Sam didn't agree with - but by far he had been the best master he had to date. But Sam knew how this went, others had left before, suddenly, promising to be back, never to return - the only difference this time was Mike didn't leave Sam with anyone. The man did enjoy mind games, what if this entire thing was a set up? Sam shook his head, that didn't make sense. He had actually been behaving for Mike, especially now that everyone knew he was faking his issues with sanity. There was no reason for Mike to test him. But that meant that he had really left. Sam felt bad about instantly telling Hunter about it, but he was a friend, one of the only people who didn't rat him out in the first place. He had to talk to someone about it. Maybe that's why Hunter wanted to see him today? To ready him for the possibility of not ever seeing Mike again, the nightmare of ending up back in the cells and his life getting much, much worse.
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Hunter: For the past week it felt to Hunter as though everything was spinning out of his control. Sugar was hurt and scared, and instead of helping Hunter knew he had somehow made it worse. Sarah was in the infirmary. Dave was doing sexual things with Adrian. Harmony wanted to please him more than ever, but he didn't know how to tell her that it wouldn't work. Things were just.. a mess, and seeing Sam now was the only thing that seemed like it had any hope of bringing some sense and order back to the chaos of his life. Sam was quiet.. Sam didn't push.. Sam was devoted.. Sam was his friend. Hunter wasn't used to feeling like he needed other people, but he knew he needed Sam now. Knowing that Mike was gone Hunter didn't bother to knock. He slipped into the suite quietly, his heart beat picking up speed. "Sam?" he called, looking around for the blonde.
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Sam: Sam had a hard time dealing with everything. He thought that after it getting out that he was faking his insanity that things would get easier. Yes the plan was to get people to leave him alone, but he didn't think they would actually leave like this. That only made his plan worse, because he couldn't use it again. If Mike didn't come back, his life was going to get a lot worse and there was nothing he could do about it this time. Sam practically jumped when he heard Hunter's voice. He knew the man said he was going to come by, but honestly he was expecting something to come up to keep him from ever showing up. Sam thought about calling out to Hunter, but the man had never been to Mike's room before, the blonde didn't even know how Hunter found him in the first place. "He's here," Sam said in a hushed voice, leaning into the tank Trickster called home. Sam made his way into the hallway, and the living room, stopping dead in his tracks when he finally laid eyes on Hunter. "Hey," he smiled.
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Hunter: Hunter paused in the middle of the living room and looked around, taking in his surroundings. Part of him was curious to know more about Mike's decorating aesthetic - the guy was always so stupidly mysterious - but part of him just wanted to be sure that Mike's quarters weren't better than his own. And they weren't better.. but they were pretty on par. That rankled for some reason. Gritting his teeth irritably, Hunter moved further into the apartment and froze when he finally caught sight of Sam. A very naked Sam. Hunter's mouth fell slightly open as he took in the sight, and after a few seconds he forced his eyes back up to Sam's face. He swallowed and gave him a smile. "Hey, you," he said gently, walking forward until he was standing only a short foot away. "You're.." Hunter had to take a breath. His heart felt like it was going to pound its way out of his ribcage any minute. "You look.. good."
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Sam: Sam could tell that Hunter was flustered. Maybe the master thought that he wouldn't be there - the two of them were paranoid, but it suited them in this place and it did bot of them good so far. It suddenly dawned on Sam what it was though. "Yeah..." even though he was aware of the fact that he was naked he made no effort to cover himself up. After all, the first time he had ever seen Hunter he was locked up and naked. After a while it had just become something the blonde had grown used to. "He.. he lets me wear clothes, really. I-I just... after everything, sometimes it's easier without them, you know?"
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Hunter: Hunter's gaze sharpened when he heard the faltering tone of Sam's voice. He stepped a little closer and raised a hand, hesitating for half a second before cupping the side of the other man's neck. His thumb grazed slowly over the skin as his eyes continued to search Sam's face, his mouth a little dry as he searched for the right words. He'd thought about this so much.. sleep had refused to come the night before so he'd laid awake for hours, just imagining. Now that he was here, it was almost too much to wrap his head around. He wanted to do everything. He wanted to sit Sam down and talk to him for hours. Or curl up against him on the couch and put on some movie they then wouldn't watch. Or back him right up against the wall and kiss him until he couldn't breathe. Hunter's head swam with the possibilities, but first there was something he needed to know. "Are you alright?" he asked softly, copper-brown eyes lingering for a moment on Sam's mouth. "I know.. you told me before, but just.. just tell me again. Has he hurt you?"
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Sam: Sam swallowed hard at Hunter's touch. It seemed weird, they had spent very little time together, and the first time wasn't good at all - until they had come to their understanding, then things changed. But in a way it made it even more sad. They needed each other, and not just to keep the other person from ratting them out, it was more than that. "I'm okay... he got Trickster a nice tank, he likes it there. I follow my rules... he calls me Sam some times."
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Hunter: Hunter nodded slowly, digesting what Sam told him. His lips twisted into a slightly amused smile. "Can't you name your fish something else," he said softly, though he didn't really phrase it as a serious question. The humor faded from his face at the other man's next words and for a moment Hunter had to fend off a sudden feeling of jealousy. Not over anything physical, for once.. but for some reason, he didn't want to think about Mike calling Sam by his name. "I missed you.." The words left him without conscious thought, but once they were out a small weight seemed to disappear from Hunter's chest. Slowly he stepped forward, closing the remaining distance between them, and turned his head to press his mouth softly against the spot right under Sam's left ear. "Tell me you missed me too.."
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Sam: Sam shrugged. "I named him after you. I was kinda pissed at you when.... I'm sorry she hurt you," Sam's voice trailed off. He didn't want to have this conversaton again. Hunter never gave any indication that he was going to even rent him again, let alone claim him. Sam was the one who thought it was more, that they could protect each other. Maybe Hunter realized that he just did it out of pity, not that he actually needed the blonde's help. That didn't explain why they were here now. "I did.. I hate not talking to you."
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Hunter: Hunter eased in even closer until every inch of his chest was pressed against Sam's. "I do too," he confessed quietly, no longer able to help being completely open and honest. He may be able to keep his walls up, for the most part, when they were talking from a distance, but all Hunter's shields stop being effective the moment they were face to face again. He needed Sam too much to try to pretend that he didn't. "I'm sorry too.. for all of it. For not talking to you for so long. I'm-" He pulled back slightly, enough to look Sam in the eye even as his arms found their way around the blonde's waist and locked him in place. "I'm so sorry.. I won't do it again. Ever. Sam.." Hunter bit his lip for a second and then leaned back in, brushing his mouth against the other man's in a soft, slow kiss.
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Sam wrapped his arms around Hunter and sighed. It was strange, they had never been this... close before. Even when they had confessed their secrets to each other, there was still a physical distance at least. Now that was gone, and the blonde didn't know how to react anymore. This was something entirely new, and it scared Sam in a lot of ways. If Mike came back, there's no way he'd ever be able to spend time with Hunter like this; but it felt strange to almost want Mike not to come back so he could still have as much time with Hunter as possible. "It's not your fault. You had stuff to do. And it's not like I could just go visit you."
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Hunter: Hunter's eyes closed and he relaxed as he felt arms encircling his waist. It was true, this kind of thing was so new for them. But just because they'd never physically done it before didn't mean that Hunter hadn't spent the last few weeks - months, even - wanting to do it. Picturing inside his head what it would feel like, how the other man would fit and feel in his arms. Now that it was a reality he intended to enjoy it. Hunter held him a little tighter, possessively. "I know you couldn't. But I still could've talked to you more. I was just scared.. of him." He hoped that the way he spoke the word made it clear that he was talking about his father, not Mike. Mike creeped him out a little, gave him cause to be wary, but he didn't scare him. "I won't again though. I'll always talk to you." Though part of him wanted to just stand here motionless and enjoy this moment for as long as he could, other parts were slowly waking up and taking notice that the slave who'd been the object of Hunter's focus - at least in private - for so long was actually here in front of him now. In his arms. And.. he was naked. Hunter shivered slightly as a ripple of want rolled through him and almost unconsciously he started to grind softly against Sam's thigh. "Sam..," he said quietly, brushing his mouth over the blonde's long jawline. "Sam.. I need you.." His hands on the other man's waist tightened a little, again with that same air of possessiveness, and he drew him a few inches closer, slotting their hips together.
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Sam: Sam froze briefly, unable to move or even think at Hunter's lips ghosted over his jaw. This whole thing felt like a dream, not the usual nightmare this place seemed to always bring on. Being with Hunter was different, even before Mike had purchased him, there was something there. The entire situation was confusing. It seemed odd to Sam that the minute he stopped pretending to be insane that would be when things actually got confusing and conflicting. He had rules to live by now, yes they weren't as strict as when he was with Hunter's father, but tahat didn't mean Sam was completely sold on wanting to do them. But it had become a pattern for the blonde, and now that Hunter was here in front of him, Sam found himself more willing to obey Mike's rules. That's where he was conflicted. He didn't hate Mike, the man had actually given him a better life here than anyone had, so it felt wrong to want to do these things with someone else. Still, Sam found himself sliding to his knees in front of Hunter. Before long the blonde was brushing his cheek against Hunter's crotch, just like he did with Mike. "Please Master... play with your Toy..."
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Hunter: The fact that he was in Mike's suite and that what he was doing right in this moment was breaking just about every rule he'd grown up with were things that had left Hunter's mind by now. Mike may as well not exist -- the whole damn resort may as well not exist for all that Hunter was considering them right now. Caught up in the feeling of having Sam pressed against him, Hunter made a soft noise of protest when Sam began to slide out of his hold. His breath hitched when Sam spoke though, and he bit back a low groan as the other man's cheek grazed against his crotch. "Fuck, Sam.." Threading his fingers through the blonde's hair, Hunter rutted against his cheek softly, unable to help himself. "You're so good to me." The praise rolled off his tongue instinctively as his eyes rested on Sam's face, his hands slowly caressing the other man's hair. "Show me what you can do, babe. Take me in."
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Sam: Sam felt his heart speed up as Hunter ran his fingers through his hair. Deep down, Sam knew he shouldn't be doing this, but he wanted it... badly. Sam's time on the island had in a way, numbed him to certain aspects of the daily of life here. Things he never would have dreamed of doing happened on an all too regular basis, it didn't matter if he waned it or not. Sam tilted his head upwards, staring into Hunter's eyes as he undid the man's pants and swiftly pulled them down, boxers in tow. Sam's hand wrapped around the base of Hunter's cock, stroking the already half hard member, before leaning in and planting a series of kisses up and down the shaft. "...shoulda been your toy..." the blonde mumbled.
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Hunter: Hunter's brows knit together as a sharp wave of pleasure rolled over him, making him rock slightly where he stood. His fingers in Sam's hair tightened a little and he moaned low in his throat as he felt the kisses on his shaft. His body was fully awake now, every inch of it reveling in the fact that he was with Sam. Sam, who he'd wanted so much.. Sam who he could never, ever actually have. But he was having him now. And it felt fucking right as anything. "Yes," he choked out faintly, giving a frantic nod of his head as he waited eagerly for more. "I wanted you.. I want you for myself.. you'd be my good boy."
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