Warren gently set Dan down in the bedroom, helping him sit before crouching down to clean him up once more. His touch was gentle now, almost loving as he wiped away the mess between Dan's thighs and spread a cooling ointment on his tender flesh.
"Stop acting like this." Dan speaks, flaty not looking Warren at him.
"I always act like this since before." Warren replied, as he take care of dan
Warren finished cleaning Dan and stood up, his expression softening as he looked down at Dan. He gently took Dan's chin, tilting his face up to meet his gaze. "I know you're overwhelmed, Honey. But this is just who I am. I take care of what's mine." His other hand grabbed the chain and placed it in Dan's neck. "This is for your own good."
Dan's eyes flashed with anger. "And what am I to you? Your possession? Your toy?" Warren nodded solemnly, his thumb brushing over Dan's bottom lip.
"Yes, to both. And you love it."
Dan bit down on Warren's thumb, his teeth sinking into the flesh. Warren merely chuckled, his other hand reaching up to toy with the chain around Dan's neck. "There's my fiery boy."
Dan released his bite, breathing heavily. His eyes darted between Warren's face and the chain dangling from his neck. "And if I said I hate it? That I hate you?" Warren just smirked, unconcerned. "Your words and actions say different things, sweetheart."
Dan's face contorted in a mix of anger and frustration. "Shut up!" he snapped, his voice cracking. Warren just laughed, the sound echoing through the room. "Oh, look at you, so adorable when you're trying to be tough, It makes me remember our past."
Warren's eyes glinted with unspoken memories. "Remember the first time we met, honey? You were so full of fire, so determined to beat me on academics. And now look at you, all riled up for me." Dan's jaw clenched, his silence speaking volumes. Warren grinned wider. "And do you remember how we spent our first night together Honey?" Warren's voice dropped to a seductive purr, his fingers trailing along Dan's jaw, then down to his neck, tracing the chain.
Warren's eyes darkened. "After that you left me and didn't come back for 5 years. You don't know what I went through while you were gone." He said those words darkly.
Dan's heart ached as he listened to Warren's words, feeling a pang of guilt and regret. "You don't even know what I've been through." Dan said, low tone.
"Really?" Warren replied sarcastically. "But aren't you with that 'Eric'." He said the name with disgust.
Dan's eyes flashed with anger at the mention of Eric's name. "Shut up about Eric!" He snapped, his hands clenched into fists. Warren's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he studied Dan's reaction.
"So, he's a sensitive topic, I see." Warren murmured, a dark smirk playing on his lips. "You know, I've imagined all sorts of ways to deal with him. From breaking his legs to snapping his neck."
"Can you do that?" Dan asked, dead tone. He stared at Warren with dark, empty eyes, waiting for an answer.
Warren's grin widened, his teeth gleaming menacingly. "For you? Anything, Dan. Anything at all. I could have him killed and make it look like an accident. Or, if you prefer, I could have him disappear without a trace. No body, no evidence. Just... gone." Warren's voice was cold, detached, as if he was discussing the weather instead of cold-blooded murder. His eyes, however, were locked onto Dan's, searching for a reaction. "So, what will it be, Honey? What do you want me to do about dear Eric?"
As Warren's words hung heavy in the air, Dan's expression remained unreadable. His eyes, however, flickered with something unnamable - a dark emotion swirling in their depths. Dan slowly raised his hand, extending his index finger and pointing it at Warren.
As Dan pointed at Warren, his finger shook slightly, the gesture both delicate and menacing. "I want him alive," Dan said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I want him broken, shattered in every way possible. I want him to know the pain I've felt, the loneliness, the fear."
Warren's grin widened at Dan's words, approval gleaming in his eyes. "As you wish, my love," he murmured, bowing his head slightly. "I'll make sure Eric regrets ever laying a finger on you." Warren paused, his eyes meeting Dan's once more. "But remember it will be hard because he's a well known person for making his company top in the U.S." He remarked.
"I don't care." Dan replied, coldly.
Warren's face hardens with determination. He leans in close to Dan, his voice barely a whisper. "Consider it done. By the time I'm finished with him, Eric will wish he'd never been born." He leans back, his eyes searching Dan's face.
Dan's eyes seemed to glow with an inner fire as he listened to Warren's promise. His hand tightened around the chain, the metal digging into his skin. "I want to see it," he said, his voice low and husky. "I want to see him broken, begging for mercy."
Warren's grin widened, a dangerous glint in his eye. "And you shall, my love. I'll record it all for you. Every scream, every tear, every plea for mercy. You'll have a front-row seat to his downfall." His hand covered Dan's on the chain, squeezing tightly.
Dan's breath hitched in his throat as Warren spoke, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the darkness within him swelling, feeding on Warren's words. His gaze flicked up to meet Warren's, his eyes mirroring the other man's madness. "After all of that happen. I'm going to kill you with my bare hands." Dan promised in a flat tone.
Warren's grin widened, his eyes filled with amusement and a hint of challenge. "You think so?" He taunted, leaning closer to Dan. "You might get the chance, my love. But remember, I'll enjoy every moment of it."