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Subject: {ASSM} Prudence, TX Population 1276 55 (Mff ff Mm rom)
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Mark woke to a ringing telephone and warm bodies curled up on either side
of him. Apparently Kayla and Aaron had arrived at some point while he was
asleep and simply crawled in with him and passed out. He fumbled groggily
for the phone, trying to untangle his hand from one of Kayla's predatory
curls. "Yeah?" he asked, blinking and looking around for an apparently
non-existent clock.

"I need to crash now," Steven said. "She still hasn't woken up, but she's
off the respirator and they're moving her and Angie to a semi-private
room."

"Oh." Mark finally located the clock. 10:38 AM. Five or so hours of sleep.
Not bad. He could function on that. "Okay. Gimme a couple of minutes to
wake Kayla and Aaron. Looks like they crashed as soon as they got here."

"She's in transit right now, anyway. Should be settled in by the time you
get here," Steven said. "Wait there for me, though. I gave the kids my
key."

Mark agreed and hung up the phone, then nudged the two somnolent teenagers.
Kayla blinked up at him sleepily. "Mmm?"

"We need to wake up," he said quietly. "They're moving Kristen and Angie to
their own room."

"Oh!" She sat up quickly, tousled curls falling around her shoulders,
rubbing at her eyes. "I'm awake! She's still okay, then?"

"You saved their lives, Kayla," Mark said, as he nudged Aaron again. The
boy's lashes fluttered, then his eyes opened and he smiled sleepily up at
him before sitting up. He was wearing a large shirt, at least several sizes
too large for him, which made him look incredibly young and fragile.

"I wasn't sure we were actually _doing_ anything," Kayla said, anxiously...
guiltily, too, Mark realized, as Aaron shot him a pleading look and then
reached for her hand. Mark bent to kiss Aaron's forehead, then wrapped an
arm around Kayla's waist. "You were," he promised. "You healed that damaged
lifebond, Kayla. I watched it. _You_ did it."

She bit her lip. "But did she wake up, Mark?"

He shook his head. "Not yet, but she's off the respirator."

"God... respirator..." She shuddered. "Too close."

Mark nodded, and then looked thoughtful. "Yes. But you did save her. It
helped, it really did. And we might barely have time for a quick session to
raise a little extra energy before Steven gets here..."

She ran a hand through her hair. "Are you sure it got to her?" she asked.
"I felt like such a total bitch, having sex while I didn't even know what
was happening to her..."

He nodded, squeezing her gently. "I _watched_ it, Kayla. You healed that
bond. You saved two lives last night. She flatlined, and they'd given up...
and then your energy touched her."

She shuddered again, hiding her face against his shoulder.

"You saved her," he repeated firmly, but she shook her head.

"Something saved her. How or what, I don't care," she said.

"You did. I can... tell the difference between you and me and her and
Aaron. And it was you."

She peered up at him curiously. "How?"

"Um. Well, I sort of 'see' it. In colors. You're green, I'm blue, Kristen
is gold, and Aaron is silver."

"Ah... okay," she said uncertainly. "I guess that sort of makes sense for
some reason."

"And wherever the green touched, it healed the lifebond a little," he said,
then hesitated. "So, do we want to try for a bit more, real quick? In the
shower maybe?"

"Um... no," Kayla said. "It's not a real long walk from the hospital to the
hotel. Let Steven in first."

"Okay," he said, then frowned. "Wait... first?"

"First what?"

"You said let Steven in first," he said, wondering if he were less awake
than he thought he was.

"Right," she said. "Let Steven in so he can go to bed, then we'll try and
raise some energy... _quickly_... and then we'll go see Kristen."

He raised an eyebrow. "I'm surprised. I hadn't thought you'd be willing to
have sex with him right out here."

"Huh?" She looked confused for a minute, then laughed. "Mark, there are
three bedrooms in this suite."

He looked around. "Oh. I guess that shows how tired I was."

Kayla laughed again, and kissed him before crawling out of bed and heading
for the bathroom. Aaron was padding about, looking for a coffeemaker, and
Mark was looking for his shoes under the bed when Steven knocked.

His father-in-law looked awful. Steven seemed completely exhausted, with
dark circles under his eyes, and uncharacteristic stubble on his gaunt
cheeks. He stumbled into the room when Mark opened the door, and leaned
tiredly against the wall. "Okay. If there's no objection, I'm going to bed.
You have my cellphone number. Call if there's any change."

Mark promised they would, and Steven headed for the far bedroom.

***

Once they were alone again, Mark noticed that Kayla and Aaron both seemed
slightly nervous, with Kayla being more so and a bit guilty as well.

He sat down on the bed and looked at them, frowning. "What's wrong?"

Aaron glanced over at Kayla and blushed, then lowered his eyes.

She sighed and looked away. "I was scared to death. I've never been further
from aroused in my life. I was angry, too."

Aaron looked down, then. "It was _my_ idea," he said softly.

Worried, but not having a clue what the problem might be, Mark raised an
eyebrow. "And?"

Kayla's shoulders hunched, and her face was full of guilt. "Aaron, show
him."

The boy hesitated, his hands clutching the front of the shirt almost
protectively. "It _was_ my idea, Sir," he said in a rush. "Not hers. I
thought it would help her."

"Just show me," Mark said, trying not to jump to any conclusions.

Aaron nodded, and reluctantly unbuttoned the shirt and slipped it off. He
turned to show Mark his back, bowing his head.

Beside him, Kayla gasped, her eyes widening in horror. Aaron's back was
criss-crossed with angry welts, and most of the skin was covered in deep
purple and blue bruises. It was also broken in several places, the small
splits crusted in dried blood. "Oh god! Aaron... Aaron, _why_ didn't you
stop me," Kayla whispered, her voice trembling. "Why didn't you _say_
something. Oh, gods help me... I didn't know it was that bad!"

"You _wanted_ to," Aaron said, his eyes locked on the floor. "You enjoyed
it. I wanted you to enjoy it. i thought it would turn you on."

Mark finally managed to stop staring and turn to Kayla. "What happened?"

"He... he suggested I whip him," she whispered miserably. "With a belt.
Something physical and violent, to... to arouse me. Something to distract
me. I didn't know... it didn't _look_ like that last night!" She sounded on
the verge of tears.

If Mark had had a different set of friends, he would have been totally at a
loss for how to deal with it. But he had at least known people who were
into the kinky side of things, and while he'd never really understood how
some people could like being hurt, he knew that some of them honestly,
truly did. It was hard to believe, though, that anyone could really _want_
the kind of beating that would leave marks like that, though, but he was
trying hard to keep an open mind. He looked at Aaron, tilting the boy's
chin up so that he could see his face. "Did you enjoy it?"

He blushed. "I... don't know," he said. "It hurt worse than I thought it
would. But it _did_ work. And I wanted it, even if I didn't enjoy it."

Mark nodded thoughtfully, then turned to Kayla. "Did _you_ enjoy it?"

She nodded, ashamed. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she whispered, and he made
his decision.

"Hey now, love, it's okay," he said, brushing her hair back from her face.
"Don't freak out about it. Do you honestly think you're the only person to
get off on this sort of thing?"

"No," she said, miserably. "I'm sure there are _lots_ of psychopaths out
there."

He shook his head. "Not psychopaths. I'm surprised you don't already know
about this sort of thing. Some people like to be beaten, and some people
like to beat them." And some people needed to invest in a couple gallons of
arnica gel, it seemed. "As long as it's consensual, I don't see the
problem."

"It's _not_ consensual if he won't say no!" she snapped.

Mark looked back at Aaron. "Would you have told her to stop if you didn't
want it?" he asked. He expected the boy to agree immediately, and was a bit
taken aback when, instead, he didn't seem to want to answer the question.
Mark frowned. "Would you?" he insisted.

Aaron lowered his eyes. "No, Sir," he said quietly, as if he knew it wasn't
the answer Mark wanted to hear.

Which was most certainly the truth. "Why not?" Mark asked, startled.

"Because she wanted to."

"You'd do something you didn't want to just because she wanted to?"

Aaron seemed a bit confused by the question. "Um... of course?"

Mark stared at him. "Don't you think that what _you_ think should have some
bearing on the situation?"

"No, Sir, not really. I don't want it to."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want it to," Aaron said, again. "I don't know how else to explain
it."

"You want _us_ to choose _everything?"_ Mark asked.

"Yessir. Whatever you want," Aaron said, meeting his eyes, his voice
leaving no doubt of his sincerity.

Mark looked over at Kayla. "Um. Well. It's definitely consensual, I guess,
love. Just... a hell of a responsibility for us. You are _not_ a monster,
though."

She groaned and hid her face in a pillow. "You can look at his back and say
that? Honestly?"

"Honestly," Mark said.

She raised up, shaking her head. "Well, I can't." She glared at Aaron.
"Damn it, Aaron! I could have _killed_ you!"

The boy nodded, completely unconcerned. "Yes, ma'am."

"What do you _MEAN_, 'yes ma'am'?!?

Mark looked at the bruises again. It was badly swollen, but it probably
hadn't looked anything near as bad as it did now at the time she'd done it.
"Call it a learning experience, Kayla," he suggested. "You'll know next
time how easily he bruises."

Aaron turned to smile down at her. "It's okay. You didn't hurt me
permanently. If you want to, you can, though, if Sir says it's okay."

Kayla groaned again and closed her eyes tightly. "I'm not touching him
again. Not like that. He doesn't _have_ a self-preservation instinct. And
I'm making ice-packs before we go, and he's staying here in bed with them
on his back."

She didn't catch the boy's disappointed look at her words, but Mark did,
and he frowned thoughtfully. "He might not have a self-preservation
instinct," he said, slowly, "but he _will_ follow orders. Right, Aaron?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Then you are not to allow us to do any permanent damage to you," Mark
said, firmly. "Do you understand? You might be willing to allow it, but
_we_ are not willing to inflict it."

"Yessir," Aaron whispered, his chin quivering slightly. "Not _any_?"

And to think, Mark had once thought that being involved with Kristen was
the most confusing thing that could possibly happen to him. "Do you _want_
us to inflict permanent damage on you?"  When Aaron nodded, he just stared
for a minute, then asked, "_What_?"

Aaron looked at the floor. "I want to be... marked," he whispered. "Cut,
ringed, branded. Whatever. I know that you don't... that I haven't earned
the right to wear your mark yet, but I'd hoped that I might _someday_."

It was... sweet, if you looked at it the right way. And he could sort of
understand it. Maybe. "I... see," he said, slowly. "Very well. No permanent
damage that we have not discussed and agreed to inflict beforehand."

The boy smiled up at him, relieved. "Yessir!"

"Is that better, Kayla?" Mark asked.

She frowned and shook her head. "Not really. Now _I'm_ beginning to feel
like a child-molester. Shit. I've got to seriously think about this, I
really do." She sighed, looking at Aaron. "It's okay, Aaron. Don't look
like that. I'm not mad at you. I just wish I'd realized you wouldn't stop
me before I beat your back into raw meat."

"If it helps," Mark said, "it probably didn't look like that when you were
doing it. Bruises are always worse the day after. You've never done this
before, so how could you know how much damage you were doing?"

"Yeah, I know. And it _didn't_ look like that. But that doesn't really help
any. Kristen would be so disgusted with me--" Her voice broke, and she bit
her lip. "She'd be _scared_ of me, if she found out."

Mark wrapped his arms around her. "Oh, love. I don't think so, I really
don't. She loves you."

"She would," Kayla whispered against his chest. "I know she would. She
loves me, but this is too much."

He stroked her hair. "I don't think it would be, love. She'd just have to
get used to the idea-- and she already _is_ getting used to the idea that
Aaron likes pain. You didn't _intend_ to damage him, or know that you were
doing so. You just wanted to make him hurt, right?"

"Yes." She sniffled. "I was angry. I wanted someone to suffer because I was
scared. He was there, he offered... he _likes_ pain... I thought it'd be
okay."

"And that's _fine_, love. It is okay. You just have to learn how to hurt
him without _damaging_ him."

"I... don't know. Like I said, I have to think about it. I'm still not sure
it's okay to hurt someone who won't say 'no'. Period. But I'm not going to
make any decisions right now. I'm just too tired and confused." She sighed,
laying her head against his chest. "Let's go crawl in that nice, huge,
handily railed shower. I want to hurry up so we can go see Kristen."

He kissed her forehead. "All right, sweetheart. We can do that."

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