Tristan

I watched as Damien hesitantly put on his blazer. He looked devastatingly handsome in it, so much so that I was highly temped to simply rip it off him.

Today was an important day for us. As individuals and also as a couple. Damien had finally accepted his position as a surgeon back again and I had decided to do some freelancing for a while. It seemed as if both of us were finally getting back on our feet.

There was just one more step. Embracing the lifestyle that Damien had so carefully hidden for years. That's why we were going to Dark Fantasy today. Not as a Dom/Sub but simply as a couple. To check things out and introduce me to how things work.

I could tell that Damien was extremely nervous about going. I had talked him into it and he had agreed mostly for my sake. But we both knew that he had to face things sooner or later.

I got up from the bed and walked over to him. He was studying himself in the mirror and I put my chin on his shoulder. He smiled.

"So how do I look," he asked.

I chuckled and gave him a big,wet kiss on the cheek. "Like the most handsome man in this world. Which you are to me anyway. Except maybe Keanu Reeves."

"Oh you and your obsession with John Wick. I swear you have watched that shit like a hundred times."

"Yep can't help it if he's so illegally good looking. Now come on the cab will be here soon."

~

Dark Fantasy was exactly what I remembered it to be and yet entirely different. Last time I had come here as a stranger looking for a drink. Nobody had paid me any attention but this time it was drastically different.

The moment I entered with Damien by my side, every pair of eye turned to us. I could feel their gazes scanning me in particular. Curious, scrutinizing gazes that wanted to know who and what I was.

My nervousness reached a peak till I could feel the beginnings of cold sweat forming on my forehead. The club with all its dim lights and elegant layout seemed incredibly daunting now that I was actually here.

On the contrary, Damien actually seemed to relax. His lips spread in an easy smile and he looked at me.

"You alright? I know how scary this must to for you," he said and put his arms around my waist. "Just know that I am here okay? I will not let anything happen to you. Not again. If you feel uncomfortable, we will be out of here in a moment."

It seemed as if his reassurance was all I needed to let go. His eyes shined with sincerity and I knew that I was safe. I could make a complete fool of myself and this man would still look at me like I am precious.

"Come let me introduce you to a few friends," he said and steered me towards a darkened area that was shut off from the rest of the floor by a wall.

I got the feeling that whoever Damien was taking me to meet were important men. I got my answer when a group of guys near the bar caught my eye and gave me the nastiest glares of envy they could muster. It unnerved me a bit but I quickly shook it off. They could kiss my ass for all I care.

There was a flight of stairs behind the wall and I noticed with surprise that the club had a second floor. I had completely failed to notice that.

A guard moved to stop us but a look of recognition crossed his face soon after.

"Good evening sir. It's good to see you," he said and stepped aside.

Damien smiled. "Thank you Jacob."

He motioned for me to climb up the stairs and followed behind. I tried my level best to maintain the relaxed, pleasant smile on my face and not start hyperventilating.

The second floor was a lot more demure as compared to the modern one below. It reminded me of smoking rooms in old Victorian England with its ornate chairs and fancy decor.

The music was different and a lot softer here and conversation flowed in hushed tones. Men were sitting around in tables, talking, laughing, drinking and smoking. But what caught my attention instantly were the boys and girls kneeling beside them, some looking down, some with their heads on their laps and yet some who were engaged in very intense make outs.

The scene seemed so surreal that I almost forgot how to walk. I had mentally prepared myself for what I was walking into but seeing it up close was unnerving. It was so wildly different than what I was used to.

I would have most definitely stood and gawked and made a complete fool of myself if not for Damien's hand on my back, gently guiding me to a table in the centre.

It was a particularly large table and everyone immediately looked at us as we walked over. My heart beat shot through the roof and I swallowed. I had zero idea about what I was supposed to do.

I had read online that Subs usually looked down and didn't met a Dominants eyes unless given permission.

But I was not a Sub. I was his boyfriend.

So what the fuck was I supposed to do?

Was Damien going to say that I am his Submissive in the club? Shit we should have talked about this before coming here.

Thankfully Damien took that exact moment to introduce me to everybody as his childhood beat friend and boyfriend, thus stopping me from having a full blown panic attack. He introduced the men one by one and I smiled politely at everyone.

The man sitting bang opposite was apparently the owner. He was a gorgeous man with a glorious head of wild, shaggy hair and eyes so black that it was borderline creepy. He wasn't fully Caucasian for sure. His olive skin tone was a dead giveaway of his lineage.

His name was Nicholas. He simply inclined his head slightly as I smiled at him and the intensity with which he was studying me made me want to dig a hole and disappear.

Damien pulled a chair and went to sit down. Another wave of confusion hit me as I wondered if by any chance he wanted me to kneel like all the other Subs were doing.

There was no way in hell I was doing that but maybe it was required of me or something.

Damien thankfully solved the problem again by simply tugging me down to his lap and wrapping an arm around my waist for support.

I felt my cheeks heat as everyone looked at us with creepy smiles. Except Nicholas of course who looked at us with creepy eyes.

Damien leaned in to kiss my hair and spoke softly," Are you comfortable sweetheart? We can go if this is all too much for you. I know it's a lot to take in."

I nodded and nuzzled his neck to let him know that I was fine. It was a bit daunting to be so openly affectionate in front of so many but then again there was a couple literally fucking in one corner of the room.

These people were clearly not the usual judgmental pricks I met everyday. This was a safe place, for everybody. Probably the only place they could be truly themselves.

As I sat on my boyfriend's very comfortable thighs, a weird sense of calm crept over me. I was no longer a kidnapped boy, terrified and lost. I was no longer working a dead beat job that I had grown to hate.

But most of all I was no longer alone.

I was in love.

And yeah, it was pretty great.

Whew guys. I needed to finish this and give you all the closure you deserve. I might write bonus chapters about them or spin offs. Please let me know which characters you would want a spin off chapter or possible story about.

Loads of love to all of you who read this book a million times. So grateful.