It was rather late when the phone rang. Dion still hadn't come home, and my anxiety was killing me. I picked up the phone and then I was about just die right then and there.

"We have someone who claims to be Dion Anagnos here at the police station with us. You're welcome to come and pick him up, but we can also keep him in a cell overnight."

I couldn't get there fast enough. Had something happened? They refused to tell me anything and I was about to cry, when I found him chained to a row of seats.

"Dion," I breathed and almost stormed towards him. He half rose to his feet, as much as he could with his wrist in the handcuff and hugged me back. "What happened?" I pulled back and sat down beside him.

He rubbed his eye, both of them tearing up. "I-I tried to buy something for you. To apologise for just storming off and... They wouldn't take my card. They didn't believe I was who I said I was. So they called the cops and locked the door to the shop until the cops showed up."

I cupped the back of his neck and pulled him to me again. "I'm so sorry," I murmured. "I'll fix this."

I kissed him and then went to the counter. "I'm here for Dion Anagnos."

"Ah yes. Just sign this and we'll hand him over to your custody. Next time make sure he has proper identification on him," the police officer said and sent me a tired look.

I frowned at him and signed my name on the dotted line. "He's a grown man. What does he need to carry an ID for?"

"New law. Please follow me." He rose and walked around the counter, going towards Dion. He unlocked the handcuffs and Dion immediately rubbed his wrist. "Don't let us catch this one again without proper papers."

I wanted to sneer at him but instead I put my jacket around Dion's shoulders and followed him out of the police station and to our car.

"I'm sorry," he said with the smallest voice in the world.

I turned towards him in my seat and pulled him to me again. "Don't apologise for not doing anything wrong."

"No, I'm sorry I just ran. I just... You've never lost control while being angry at me..."

Oh.

That was the reason.

Arlo, you're an idiot.

"I'm sorry for getting angry," I said softly into his hair. "It wasn't fair to take it out on you."

Dion pulled back a little and looked up at me, sniffling. "You scared me."

I bit down on my lip. "I'm really sorry. I just... Can't control it. It didn't have anything to do with you. It's just... Apollo gets to me," I admitted and looked down at my hands. Dion's slipped into them.

"I know. You're wired so tightly after every appointment I was afraid you'd pull a muscle."

I snorted and looked up meeting his gaze. "Are you alright though? They didn't do anything to you, right?"

"I'm alright. I've just never been held back by the police before. They could've taken me in when I was a minor and a prostitute, but now they take me in for wanting to buy my boyfriend flowers."

"You wanted to buy me flowers?" I asked and couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah, that was literally all I wanted but then the clerk didn't believe I had that much money." He sighed deeply. "Is this how it's going to be from now on?"

"No, we'll fight this. I don't give a fuck about who I have to fight, I'll fight them."

He leaned in and kissed me. "You're sweet when you cuss, you know that?"

"Why does that make me sweet?" I asked.

"Because you never do. Only when something unfair is happening. Even when you're angry, you don't cuss. But when something's unfair, it's 'fuck this and fuck that'. I like it."

I chuckled and kissed him one more time before turning back to the wheel. "Well, let's get the fuck home."

Dion laughed and nodded.

Since neither Dion nor I actually got any sleep, not the sleep we needed anyways, we both called in sick with the flu. We needed a break after that hellish night.

So, we stayed in bed. I kissed him a lot, making him laugh midsentence.

"Arlo," he laughed as I kissed his throat. And then his laughter turned into a moan which was exactly what I had planned.

His fingers were in my hair and his body squirmed under me. I moved over to be on top of him, in between his legs. I loved that he always slept in shorts. They were cute and his legs were art. And so soft. His thighs were where I'd put to be put to rest. Just right on his thighs.

He was breathing hard, his voice occasionally slipping into the exhales. We both moved together, grinding our bodies together. Gods, I wanted him so badly.

I ran my hands under his shirt and slipped it off him. His hands went to my sweats, pulling on them.

"What are you in the mood for?" I asked with a gruff voice. It always got super rough when we were in bed together.

"Hmm," he murmured and pushed me up a little. And then he smiled a little wickedly. He pushed me off him and then he went to the closet. He looked at me back over his shoulder and smirked. He had a tie in his hands. I swallowed hard and tried not to get too excited. Which was incredibly hard as he came back to bed, pushed me down on my back and spread his legs over me, straddling me. He very gently put my hands above my head, tying my wrists together and to the bedframe.

"This is where I like you the best," he said softly and slipped his fingers into my mouth. "All at my mercy." He smiled triumphantly and slipped his fingers out of my mouth again.

"Now, you get a choice." He rose to his knees and looked down at me. "How do you want me?"

My chest was bouncing up and down. I had no idea what I wanted the most. I liked everything he did. All of it.

"I-I don't know."

His smile softened a little. He bent over and kissed me. "It's okay. I know what I want."

He very carefully slipped his fingers inside of me. I gasped and clenched my fists, fighting hard to not rip the tie. I could get free so easily, but I knew Dion didn't want me to. So I had to fight myself too, fight the urge to just rip the tie apart and grab him. Circle my arms around him and crush him to my chest.

"Ready?" he murmured and kissed my cheek.

"Yes," I panted and strained my hands a little against the silky fabrics.

He pulled his shorts off and met my gaze as he took care of the condom. Then he grabbed my leg, put it on his shoulder, placing a kiss on my knee as he pushed inside of me. I groaned and tipped my head up, trying so hard to not act like a moron. I wanted to be hot for him. Look hot and be hot, and not act like I had never done this before.

In reality I hadn't done exactly this before. I had never let anyone tie me up and dominate me. I had never had the courage to ask previous boyfriends but there was something about Dion that made me feel safe. I could tell him anything. Even what I liked and what I wanted to try out. He wasn't afraid of saying what he wanted either.

He let go of my leg, lowered himself, grabbed my throat, tipping my head to the side very gently as he started kissing my skin. I whimpered. I couldn't hold back. He felt amazing and I was not gonna last long at all.

"Dion," I growled.

"Yes," he breathed back, not stopping.

"I'm gonna cum in a minute."

He chuckled. "You never last long, love." He was so gentle. His voice was so soft. His hand went to the tie and pulled on it, the knot loosening.

"Touch me."

I ran my hands around his ribs, over his back and down to his butt, clenching it and pressing him closer.

"I needed to feel your hands on me," he murmured and kissed me.

I wasn't going to complain. I loved feeling his soft skin and honestly this helped distract me a little, so I'd last longer. When I couldn't move my hands, I had nothing to focus on but what his body did to mine. This was better.

He kept kissing me, moving his hips back and forth. I was groaning, he wasgroaning, and it was all so soft. I loved how soft it was.