Being out in the middle of the Bandito camp, nothing around him but an endlessly empty sky, Tyler felt exposed.

He felt as though his whole mind, his whole body, his whole soul was on display for everyone to see. He had never been outside this long. He wasn't used to being free.

It was the kind of peaceful paranoia that could only be felt in a strange place in the middle of the night. Like Tyler was in another world, another realm that didn't exist outside of his own mind.

"Enjoy your swim?"

A deep voice interrupted Tyler's tranquility.

Standing there, face shrouded with darkness, was a dude much bigger than him.

The figure stepped forward, revealing a bruised broken nose and a bloody bandaged arm.

Tyler's shoulders sagged, and the corner of his upper lip tugged up into a scowl.

"Come to get your ass kicked again?" Tyler said. His entire body was still. He wasn't worried.

"You really think you're somebody, don't you?" The Bandito stepped closer.

Tyler pursed his lips and furrowed his brow in fake confusion as he stood up off the rock.

"Is this supposed to be intimidating?" He asked. "This little thing you're doing here?"

He gestured with his hand back and forth between him and the Bandito, then looked around him.

"Because I, personally," he put his hand on his chest, "am not intimidated. But, uh..."

Tyler grabbed his shirt and slung it over his shoulder. He strode past the Bandito with a smug smile on his face.

"Good try, man," Tyler slapped the man on the back as he passed him. "Better luck next time!"

Just as Tyler thought he was in the clear, the man stuck out his hand grabbed Tyler's arm, stopping him in his tracks.

"I'm ready to fight back," he breathed, his eyes glaring sharply at Tyler through the darkness.

"Uh-huh," Tyler nodded sarcastically. "Well, that's great, but I don't care. Now if you'd just let me g—"

Suddenly Tyler found himself being flipped completely upside down. He hit the ground, and he hit the ground hard.

Tyler groaned in pain as his landed in the dirt, flat on his back. Pain ran up and down his spine.

He opened his eyes just in time to see the Bandito's fist coming straight for his face.

"Shit!" Tyler rolled sideways onto his chest just as the man's fist hit the ground where his head used to be.

"I told you I was ready!" The man yelled. "Are you?!"

As soon as Tyler jumped up, the Bandito kicked him right in the chest, the sheer force of the blow sending him tumbling backwards down toward the lake.

He landed on the edge of the water, head spinning, mud and sand and freezing water splashing over his bare chest.

Tyler barely caught a glimpse of the night sky above him before he was grabbed by his ankle and yanked across the ground.

The Bandito had his hand gripped tightly around Tyler's ankle and was dragging his body towards him.

Tyler yanked his leg out of the Bandito's grasp then he rammed it forward, the heel of his boot slamming into the Bandito's abdomen.

As the man stumbled backwards, Tyler jumped to his feet.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tyler saw something small and silver shining in the moonlight.

His knife.

Without a second thought, Tyler dove for his knife. The Bandito rushed and took a swing at him, but Tyler rolled to the ground to escape the hit.

"Fuck fuck fuck," he cursed under his breath as he blindly searched for his knife.

Tyler was suddenly interrupted when the Bandito grabbed him by his hair from behind. He cried out in pain when the man yanked him back.

The Bandito slammed Tyler back against a rock and held him there by wrapping his fingers tightly around his neck.

"Get up," the man spat in Tyler's face. He used the same words Tyler said to him, just to mock him. "Get the fuck up!"

Despite his lungs burning and his head spinning from the lack of air, Tyler smiled. He tried laughing, but it turned into a choking cough.

"Ho-How—" Tyler sputtered. "How'd ya know I...I have a th-thing f-for hair pulling?"

"You're disgusting," the man scowled.

"Tell me s-s-something I don't know, asshole," Tyler shot back.

His hand was still feeling around in the grass, until he finally felt the familiar feeling of the handle of his favorite knife in his palm.

Tyler closed his eyes, grit his teeth, and swung.

A blood-curdling scream pierced the night like a bullet.

The pressure around Tyler's neck disappeared. He collapsed against the rock, throwing his head back and gasping for air.

His knife was covered in blood.

There was a hand laying in the grass.

Nothing but a hand.

Pushing himself up onto his feet, Tyler ignored his light-headed dizziness fading in and out of consciousness.

He walked over to the hand, footsteps heavy, and saw the man curled up in the grass next to it.

He was clutching his arm to his chest, dark maroon blood gushing like the river next to them.

"There are three things you don't do," Tyler growled, throwing his knife in the air and catching it again.

Tyler squatted down next to the man and tilted his head to look at him.

"Number one—hurt me."

"Number two—make me mad."

"Number three—ruin my time with Missile Kid."

Damn his reputation. This man was going to die anyway. Might as well.

Tyler raised his knife so that its silver blade sparkled in the moonlight. Blood dripped off the tip and trickled down Tyler's arm.

He leaned down so that his lips were right next to the man's ear.

"You, my friend, have done all three," Tyler chuckled darkly. "And you know what happens when people hurt me—?"

Tyler raised his knife and pressed the flat side against the man's neck.

"—and make me mad—?"

He turned his knife, sharp blade cutting into the man's flesh.

"—and ruin my time with Missile Kid?"

In one swift motion, Tyler drew his arm back, and he was dead.

"They're punished."

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Josh sat on a log outside his tent, tending to the campfire at his feet.

He was tired. The fire was dying, embers barely showing. It gave off almost no light, just a faint glow. The flames were so low it made Josh concerned.

The mission was tomorrow, and before he knew it he would be home with Tyler again. With thoughts like that, he was starting to feel better.

Until he heard a scream.

A fresh shot of anxiety was injected into his veins. His blood ran cold.

He held his breath and listened. When no other sounds followed, he stood up and looked around.

A figure completely cloaked in darkness was quickly making their way up the hill from the lake.

Josh squinted his eyes to see through the darkness. He could barely make out the slender figure that was coming closer and closer to him.

It was Tyler.

His naked chest was soaked in blood. A trail of the red liquid ran down from the back of his head.

A knife was held limply in his hand. Its silver blade was crystal clear.

Before Josh could even begin to search for something to say, Tyler spoke.

"Tent," he said breathlessly. "Now."

Tyler stomped straight past Josh without even sparing a passing glance. He smacked the canvas curtains open and rushed inside.

Josh closed his eyes and sighed. Dammit. Tyler was pissed about something.

"This should be fun," he mumbled.

When he walked into the tent, he saw Tyler standing by the bed, cleaning the blood off himself with a towel and a bucket of water.

His head was tilted back, eyes closed, mouth open, as the water ran down his body.

Josh swallowed dryly. He couldn't be serious? Surely he was doing this on purpose, just to mess with him.

"Fucking tease," Josh muttered as he walked over to the bed. "What happened?"

Tyler grabbed the towel and dried himself off, then looked over at Josh.

"I've fucking had it, Josh," he snapped, slinging the towel around his neck.

Josh drew in a sharp breath as Tyler slowly strode over to him, anger burning in his eyes.

"Tyler..." Josh began, drawing out his name.

"I'm gonna do the talking and you're gonna do the listening so just shut up and sit down," Tyler cut in.

Josh did what he was told and sat on the bed in front of Tyler.

Tyler set his jaw and looked down at Josh, his chest slowly rising and falling. His heart pounded like a bass drum in his ears. His inside felt like a raging fire. He was beyond furious—his entire being was burning with rage.

And Josh knew he was going to take it out on him.

"Look at me," Tyler instructed. He stood in front of Josh and grabbed his chin, lifting his head up to meet his eyes.

Tyler couldn't help but sigh in satisfaction seeing Josh's wide, innocent eyes staring up at him, patiently waiting for what he was going to do.

"You know the worst thing you can do is make me angry, don't you Josh?" He mused, his voice dripping with mock sweetness.

"Yes Tyler," Josh replied.

"Someone made me very angry tonight," Tyler continued.

Josh's breath caught in his throat when Tyler leaned down and pressed his lips and against his ear.

"But don't worry," he whispered. His slowly walked two fingers along Josh's arm and up to his neck, where he gently wrapped his hand around it. "I took care of it."

The words 'I took care of it' sent shivers down Josh's spine.

"I know you're going to be good and do exactly as I say," Tyler whispered. "You don't want me to get angrier, do you Josh?"

Tyler's hand slowly travelled from Josh's neck down to his chest, where his fingers absentmindedly toyed with the buttons on Josh's shirt.

Josh's toes curled in his boots and his eyes fluttered closed at the sound of Tyler's deep, raspy voice so crisp and clear in his ear.

"No Tyler." His lips quivered as he spoke.

Tyler smiled and turned his head to the side so that his lips were just brushing Josh's cheek.

"Mmm, I know you'll be good for me Josh," Tyler whispered. His words were barely audible, mere breaths against Josh's skin. "But I can't promise I'll be good to you."

Josh closed his mouth to suppress a moan when Tyler pressed his lips to his jaw. He licked his tongue across Josh's skin then bit down, sucking on the small love bite.

"I want to hear you Josh," Tyler breathed hot against Josh's skin. "Let me hear you."

Josh let out a small whine as he opened his mouth. He tilted his head to the side to give Tyler a better angle at his neck.

"Say my name," Tyler growled. His lips travelled from Josh's jaw down his neck. He cupped Josh's cheek in his hand to hold him still.

"Ty-Tyler," Josh stuttered out. His breathing was heavy and unsteady.

"Say it again Josh," Tyler snapped, his voice sharp.

"Tyler," Josh said. He gripped the bedsheets tightly in his fists as Tyler bit down on his sweet spot.

Tyler attacked him. He took Josh's face in his hands slammed his lips against his, knocking him back onto the bed.

He slipped his tongue into Josh's mouth, the intoxicating taste of him flooding his senses and making him let out a soft moan against Josh's lips.

One hand found itself tangled in Josh's hair, pulling at the wild green curls as he moved with Josh's body.

The other gripped Josh's shirt tightly, keeping him right where he wanted him.

Tyler finally pulled away, throwing his head back and gasping for air. His chest rose and fell heavily as he caught his breath.

His eyes travelled down Josh's body, and his lips tugged up into a smirk when he saw the yellow bandana tied around his neck.

"Oh, Josh," he sung breathlessly. "The things I'm going to do to you."

Tyler yanked the bandana off Josh's neck and folded it so it was a thin piece of fabric.

Slowly, he wrapped the bandana around Josh's eyes and tied it securely in the back of his head.

Josh's vision was completely plunged into darkness. Without his sight, he could feel a million times more.

He could feel Tyler's body on top of his, Tyler's thighs tightly straddled around his waist.

He could feel every crevice of Tyler's lips, taste every inch of his mouth and tongue twisting with his own.

His heart was beating so quickly he was afraid it might burst out of his chest. Anticipation coursed through his veins.

Not being able to see gave him a rush of half fear, half excitement.

"Strip for me Josh," Tyler said with a small smirk.

Josh's lips parted, but he couldn't find any words to say.

"Did I stutter?" Tyler snapped. "You heard me. Take off your clothes."

Josh blindly reached down and took hold of the yellow button-down shirt he was wearing. He pulled his shirt apart, button by button, until he ripped it off completely. His movements were painfully slow and drove Tyler absolutely crazy.

Josh ran his hands down his naked chest, the feeling of his fingertips touching his own skin giving him goosebumps.

Tyler tilted his head back and looked down at Josh. It took all he had not to take him right then and there.

Josh unbuttoned his cargo pants, kicked off his boots, and swayed his hips back and forth until his pants were off.

Just as Josh reached for the hem of his boxers, Tyler grabbed his hands and stopped him.

"Oh no, Josh," he said, his voice low. "Those are mine."

Josh's breath caught in his throat. He couldn't see what Tyler was doing, but he couldn't definitely feel it.

Tyler leaned over, breath hot against Josh's skin, and pressed his lips against his chest. He kissed further and further, licking a stripe down Josh's happy trail.

Josh gasped. Tyler took the hem of Josh's boxers in between his teeth and pulled them down.

"Tyler, c-can you p-please—" Josh stuttered out. His breathing was growing quicker with every passing second. The blindfold made his impatience and arousal even more unbearable.

"I didn't say you could talk," Tyler snapped. With Josh completely naked underneath him, he hastily pulled off his own clothes.

He licked his swollen lips as his lustful eyes travelled up and down Josh's body. His breath was shaky and his heart was pounding and his lips were just begging to taste Josh again.

He looked down at Josh's bare chest, his bright tattoos beautiful works of art across his skin. He still had the scars the Sinners gave him, now more faded, but it didn't make Tyler love him any less.

"You're mine," Tyler said darkly. "And I can do anything I want to you."

Josh's senses were firing overtime. His chest was heaving with his hot, unsteady breaths. His body was writhing with pleasure until Tyler's touch.

He couldn't think straight. The only thing on his mind was Tyler, Tyler, Tyler—

"Every inch of your body belongs to me," Tyler snapped. "Understand?"

Josh barely had a chance to nod before Tyler's lips were on his. The kisses were rough and hungry, and Tyler couldn't get enough of his Josh.

"I want you Josh," Tyler whispered, pressing his lips against Josh's ear.

He exhaled, his hot breath sending shivers down Josh's spine.

"I need you," Tyler continued in a melodic sing-song voice.

All Josh could do was lie there, just like Tyler had said, while he took complete control.

He hadn't seen Tyler so dominant, so forceful in a long time, it made him crave him desperately.

"I want to see you lying underneath me. I want to see the sweat running down the side of your face," Tyler purred.

Josh moaned softly as Tyler tightened his straddle around Josh's torso and began rolling his hips, grinding against his body.

"Beg, Josh. I want to hear you beg," Tyler growled. "I want to hear dirty words coming from those pretty lips of yours."

He ran his fingers gently across Josh's bottom lip before leaning down and giving him a sloppy open-mouthed kiss.

He ripped the bandana off Josh's eyes, allowing Josh to finally see.

After blinking a few times to adjust his eyes to the light, Josh's jaw dropped.

He could see Tyler.

He could see Tyler hovering above him, naked, chest heaving, lips swollen, eyes burning with so must lust it was almost scary.

Tyler dragged his tongue slowly across his top lip, then tucked his bottom lip underneath his teeth.

The look in Tyler's eye alone was enough to make Josh whimper submissively.

"I want you to watch me fuck you," Tyler snapped. "Mouth wide open, gripping the sheets and arching your back and feeling me inside you until you can't even stand it."

Between each sentence, Tyler kissed Josh passionately, his tongue twisting with his.

Tyler threw his head back with a loud gasp for air. His bare chest heaved, all of the oxygen in his lungs drained out into the kiss. A thin drop of salvia dripped from his bottom lip.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow," Tyler growled.

Josh couldn't take it anymore. Tyler was dragging this out. Teasing him. He wasn't used to being this submissive, but he was more than ready to let Tyler have his way with him.

He was ready to be used, ready to do anything to please Tyler.

He couldn't take it anymore.

"Then shut the fuck up and do it already."

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:)

-Liz.