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Brave Submission	By : SeasonofSons Category: S through Z > Sons of Anarchy Views: 3094 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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   Juice awoke in the early morning. He pressed his fists to his temples, a pounding headache immediately making itself known. When the Latino was sure he wouldn't puke, he looked around the room, his eyes small slits. A hotel... The hotel... The previous day came rushing back to him in a tidal wave, and his stomach did a dangerous flip. He caught sight of a bottle out of the corner of his eye and had to smile. Someone had put a ginger ale on the table. He grabbed it and downed half the bottle at once, shutting his eyes. Even warm the fizzing was blissfully calming. He saw the little blue box and scowled, scooping the piece of paper out from under it. He knew he'd given that back to Jax...
   'Really think you could run away, kid? Come on. You can do better than that. You're made for this life. You're made for SAMCRO. Remember that Juicy. By the way... Don't bother running again... We kind of bought you from that sick fuck Rabador... And your buddy Ray. You're "technically ours"... Well, Tig can have your crazy ass. But either way, you're ours, so quit fighting it. That cut better be on your fucking back the second we get to your house in Charming, understand me? And I don't wanna hear any 'Sir's' or shit like that. I want Juicy back, despite all of this shit. I want Juicy. -J.T.'
   Juice had to smile softly at Jax's note. He looked inside to see the scythe patch again and shook his head gently, immediately regretting it. The pain shot through his temples again and he laid flat, holding his hands to his head. The bathroom door opened and Tig padded into the bedroom in his boxers. "Juicy..." He breathed. "You're awake." Juice nodded slowly, holding his head tight, almost afraid it would fly off with how much pain it was in.

   "What's the matter, baby?" Tig asked, sitting next to him. "Headache..." He croaked. Tig jumped up, digging in his bag and pulling out a bottle of aspirin. He dumped a few in his hand and scooped Juice's head into his lap, placing them into his mouth and pouring a little of the ginger ale to wash them down. Juice sighed, relaxed. "Thank you Sir..." He mumbled without thinking much about it. Tig gently brushed his hand over his mohawk. "I'm not your Sir, Juice... I'm your lover... But you need to talk to me." Juice looked up, his eyes catching on Tig's lips. "Nice try... I know your tricks, Ortiz. Eyes on mine." Tig said, running his thumb over Juice's cheekbone. The Latino raised his eyes, tenderly locking gazes with Tig. The older man smiled and brushed his thumb over Juice's cheekbone. "Good... Now... Talk to me."

"About what?"

"What happened... How you're feeling... What I can do to fix it."

"I'm fine." Juice whispered, his eyes dropping again. "You had a fucking shock to the system, baby... You're not fine."

"Tig... I'm used to this kind of thing... What you saw yesterday... That was a normal day for me in the past."

"But..." Tig swallowed hard. The boy wasn't lying, there was no reason to. "You're... Okay?" Juice nodded. "I'm a little sore... He was really rough on me... But I'm okay... I was just really fucked up because of the drugs they gave me... Bad things happen when I do more drugs than weed... I don't have a very high tolerance for them..." He shrugged, wincing and touching his head again.

   "I just don't want you to go back to calling us Sir and walking around like a scared puppy... I want you to be the Juicy you were becoming when we headed to New York... Tough and rowdy... A smart ass." Juice smiled softly. "I'll try." Tig leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to Juice's mouth. The Latino smiled and settled his head into a more comfortable position on the man's lap. "So how are you handling the news about Rabador?" Tig asked quietly. Juice shrugged. "I'm handling it... I'd had my suspicions... But I couldn't prove it. Once he started raping me I kinda pushed the thought away... It sucks... But..."

"But it doesn't matter." Tig finished, making Juice smile. "What happened after I zoned out? Did you really kill him? Things from yesterday are fuzzy..."

"Yeah... I killed him. I got carried away... Then you freaked out, wouldn't let Jax or I hold you... I finally got you into the van... Rabador... He gave you and Ray to us for good because we did him such a favor getting rid of Trevalore... He's cleaning up the mess... We got you back here and you passed out."

"How did you convince Clay to get me?"

"I told him the truth." Juice's eyes went round and Tig lifted a hand to silence him before a word was spoken. "I know what you're thinking, and yes, it is scary... But Clay's had his suspicions about me for years... And I'm his best friend... He let it go... He knew I would never forgive him if you didn't come back to us whole." Juice nodded. "He's bringing it to the table. You and me both." He shrugged. "I'm not... I'm not super concerned to be honest. Some of the old timers might be a bit bitchy about it, but I think most of the boys will be fine."

"And me?"

"You're mine, right?" Tig whispered. Juice nodded submissively. "Then I can fucking tell them that." Juice blushed. "Gonna tell them you own me?" He asked with a laugh. Tig shrugged. "Maybe." He smiled down at Juice. "Do you love me?" He whispered after a long silence. Juice nodded. "I do... With all I have..."

"Tell me the truth then..." He whispered. He locked gazes with Juice. "Do you enjoy the submissive lifestyle? Being marked and bending to your partner's will?" Juice looked away, chewing his bottom lip. "Why are you asking?"

"Because I want to please you... And if that's what you want... That's what I'll do for you." He paused, thinking about his answer.

   Finally, Juice sighed and nodded. "It's what I'm most comfortable with. I know how to live without it, but I prefer it sometimes... Not so much the abuse... But when people are rough with me... Tell me what to do..." He shrugged, averting his gaze. "Maybe in private... If you wanted... Public wouldn't work with the club. " Tig smiled and grabbed Juice's chin, lifting his face so he could press a kiss to his lips. "Of course... Whatever makes you happy." Juice blushed. "I'd like that very much. It's... Just what I like. It gets me off to be spanked... To feel a guy shove me against a wall and take me, whether I'm ready or not... Not let me cum when all I want is release..." His cheeks were burning. "As long as I know I'm safe... And the pain doesn't really hurt..." He touched his scarred hip. "Then I love it."

"I'd never hurt you like that." Tig mumbled, reaching down and grabbing Juice's hand. He brushed his thumb over the marks left by the handcuffs. "Never..." Juice set his hand over Tig's. "I like cuffs... I like spanking and whipping... I like choking... I just prefer it sober, and with someone that isn't trying to see how far they can go before I die." He lowered his gaze. "If I do this, Juice... Every strike will be followed by love... Every mean word... Every demand... I won't use you, baby... I'm still going to fucking love you." Juice smiled softly, playing with the lines in Tig's palm. "Yes Sir." He whispered. "And if you ever... Ever want to quit, or aren't in the mood for it... You had better tell me... Because I won't fucking know otherwise." Tig looked up at him, his eyes on his lips again. "Yes, Sir."

"Meet my eyes... That's my first fucking demand... I love your eyes, Juicy... I don't want you to look away... Even if you are my submissive... You are my fucking lover. And your eyes are a fucking turn on." Juice giggled and nodded, looking into Tig's icy gaze. "Your eyes scare me... In a good way." He admitted. "They're the eyes of someone that knows how to dominate... Someone who can really make me feel..." He blushed deeper and shrugged. Tig leaned down and pressed a kiss to his mouth.

   "Will you mark me?" Juice asked when Tig pulled away. "If you want it... But I don't know... Really how..." He held up his palm. "This was Mark's way of marking his pets... Some people prefer just jewelry, so it can be removed if they leave the pet... Some are tattoos, some are scars."

"What do you want?" Juice shrugged. "Something that someone can know is a mark by looking at it... If they know the life... Something permanent... If you think this will last..." Juice bit his lip shyly, looking away as he spoke. Tig ran his fingers over Juice's bare chest, the cuts itching his fingers. "It will last..." He paused for a long moment, gazing up and down Juice's body. "Let me think on the mark. I'll surprise you with it, okay?" He nodded.

   Tig ran his hand over the mohawk. "How's your head?"

"Getting better."

"Sit up. I need to clean your cuts... Some of them were really deep, I needed to stitch them, I wanna check on that." Juice nodded and sat up slowly. "Strip." Tig said, his tone soft, but commanding. Juice smiled, knowing he was playing with the idea of controlling him. He stood with his back to Tig, gently slipping his only article of clothing, his shorts, over his hips sensually. Tig licked his lips. Even with all of the bruises and cuts, Juice had a way of turning him on like nothing else. Tig crawled over the bed and pulled Juice tight to his body, wrapping his arms around his chest. He began to kiss and lick over the tanned flesh of his lover. Juice relaxed immediately, his head lolling onto Tig's shoulder. "I love you..." Tig whispered against his ear before nipping the lobe. Juice let out a soft groan, mindful of the still sleeping Ray in the next bed. "I love you too, Sir..." He breathed. Tig smirked as he glanced down, seeing the erection his partner was sporting. "I can't fuck you right now..." Tig admitted. "Why not..."

"Your ass... That fucker did a number on it... I don't wanna re-open those wounds." Juice groaned annoyedly. "I don't care..." Tig shook his head. "I do." Juice turned around and dropped to his bruised knees, barely wincing. He pressed a kiss to Tig's jean covered groin, rolling his eyes up to look at him. "Then let me please you." Tig shook his head. "Not a chance." He grabbed Juice under the arms and lifted him to his feet. "I might withhold an orgasm from you, but I'm not gonna make you get me off if you can't get off."

"I can though..." Juice breathed. He reached down and gave himself a squeeze. "I can still jerk off." Tig chuckled darkly. "You are a bigger fucking sex addict than I am.... And that's saying a lot." Juice flushed a deep red and dropped his head. "I'm sorry Sir." Tig smirked. "You should be." He whispered against Juice's ear, his tone more of a growl. Juice shuddered and let his arms drop to his sides, hanging his head on Tig's chest. Tig grabbed the back of his neck, mindful of everywhere there was an injury, and tugged, forcing his head up. He pushed it back and began to lick and bite at Juice's neck, his Adam's apple getting the most attention.

   Tig snarled a little when he opened his eyes, seeing the dark bruise ringing each side of his lover's throat. "What did he do that caused all of this shit?"

"I don't want to talk about it..." Juice admitted. "Please...Don't ask me... Just make me forget..." He reached up and grabbed Tig's hand, placing it on his throat. Tig swallowed hard, seeing his own hand perfectly cover the bruises. "Make me forget about anyone owning me but you." Juice locked gazes with Tig, his eyes begging. The hand over Tig's on his throat squeezed just a bit, tightening Tig's grip on his throat. He closed his eyes and shivered. Tig pressed a rough kiss to his mouth. He found the cut and bit down, reopening it. Juice nearly collapsed, moaning against Tig's mouth. "Bathroom." Tig growled against his lips. Juice pulled away and walked quickly to the bathroom.

   Tig shut the door behind them and pushed Juice gently agains the wall, pinning his arms to his sides and catching his mouth in a heady kiss. He gently ground against Juice's hips, earning a sob of pleasure and pain. He pulled away. "Tell me if I hurt you... I don't want this time to hurt any more than you want it to." He whispered. Juice nodded. "Yes Sir..." He panted, his eyes dark with need.

   He smirked then, and Tig pulled back a little. That wasn't a normal smirk... It was filled with mischief and insolence. Juice leaned forward and snapped his teeth together, barely missing Tig's bottom lip. His grin widened. He began to struggle against Tig's grip, arching his back to get away. Tig caught on quickly and pushed him back, pressing his body tight to Juice to pin him. "Did I tell you to move?" He growled. "Fuck you." Tig grabbed Juice's throat, careful of the bruises as he squeezed. Juice grabbed his hand and raked his short nails down, leaving three identical welts. Tig cried out, surprised, and released Juice. The Latino went forward, grabbing for the door.

   Tig grabbed his arm and pinned him against the wall next to the door, kicking his ankles gently to spread his legs. "I didn't. Fucking. Tell you to move." He snarled. Juice gave a soft mewl that went straight to Tig's dick. He was still unsure about this, so soon after yesterday, but he trusted Juice. "You can't own me..." Juice panted. "You can't even hold me down." He arched back then, pushing the unexpecting Tig off him. Tig gasped as Juice freed himself from the room, darting over to the bed.

   The older man took off after him and caught him in time to shove him onto the bed and straddle him. Juice fought immediately, punching and scratching. Despite his cries of aggression, a true smile was on his pouty lips, comforting Tig as he fought to pin his wild lover. When he finally pinned him, he leaned down and pressed a rough kiss against his mouth, earning a hard set of teeth on his lip. Juice drew blood and laughed when Tig yelped. Tig snarled and got close to him. "I'm gonna spank the shit out of you..." He whispered, not missing the shiver he earned from Juice. He brought Juice's hands up and pinned them with one arm while he undid his belt with the other.

   Tig used the belt to tie Juice's hands together. He pressed a kiss against his mouth before getting off him and flipping him, running his fingers gently over Juice's toned ass. He brought his hand down in a light slap, grinning when Juice's entire body flexed. The Latino gave a satisfied sigh. "That it, asshole?" He mumbled against his arm. "Shut up, Juicy." Tig swatted his ass again, a little harder. He allowed the moment to take him, spanking Juice for a good ten minutes, each few slaps followed by a moment of gentle rubbing of the reddened skin. Juice was writhing and moaning at his touches by the time he'd finished.

   Tig leaned over him and licked behind his ear. "Are you ready to submit yet?"

"Yes, Sir..." Juice whispered, his breath coming in fast pants. "Please... Please make me cum..."

"I intend to... I want to watch you jerk off." Tig demanded, freeing his hands from the belt. He let Juice roll over and crawled next to him onto his side. He freed his own erection from his jeans, watching as Juice began to jerk off, slow, teasing at first, slowly quickening his pace.

   Juice looked over at Tig and smiled shyly, watching the older man jerk off. "Does this turn you on?" He whispered. Tig nodded. "Can I jerk you off?" Tig locked gazes with him. "No... But you can suck me off if you want to." Juice grinned and nodded. Tig sat up, glancing to make sure Ray was still asleep. He laid down again, the other way, and pulled Juice onto his hip as well. He pushed his hand away and gently took the rosy tip into his mouth, earning a surprised gasp from Juice. "You didn't need to..."

"Shut up and suck, Juice." Tig panted against his erection before taking Juice's cock back down his throat. The Latino gasped but did as he was told, sucking Tig's cock into his mouth and bobbing his head happily.

   Tig worked him until Juice tensed, his fingers digging into Tig's hip. The man pulled away and pushed Juice back from him, crawling atop him and catching his mouth in a hard kiss. He reached between them and grabbed both his and Juice's shafts, jerking them together rapidly. Juice gasped into his mouth, his body tensing as he struggled to hold off his orgasm. Tig pulled away and began to nibble on his earlobe. "Cum for me..." He whispered. Juice whimpered against him, wrapping his arms tight around him as he let his orgasm rush over him. Tig continued to stroke him as he came down. He released Juice's softening shaft then, and focused on stroking himself to climax, his own silent against Juice's shoulder, their fluids mixing on the toned, tan belly under him.

   Juice kissed over Tig's shoulder, his eyelids hard to keep open after the orgasm faded. "I love you." He whispered softly, over and over. Tig slid back finally and gave him a sleepy smile. He tucked himself back into his jeans. "Come on... I want to give you another shower... Clean those cuts up..." He whispered, his voice raspy from the exertion.
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