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The Silver Dagger was Richard's usual haunt, and he sat at the bar, sipping on a Rusty Nail, watching the pretty little subs and the even prettier sub wannabes standing in groups and moving on the dance floor. There were a number of tops prowling and sniffing around them, but Richard preferred to wait to be approached--he liked a sub with some balls, a sub who knew what he wanted ... or at least who thought he knew what he wanted.
Sal Balna came in, dressed in studded leather. He looked like danger personified, but Richard knew, as did the other regulars, that Sal was a pussycat, all bark and very little bite.
Richard's own jeans and the leather vest he wore weren't showy, but then his ability spoke for itself. He knew very well that no matter how he dressed, he carried himself like the top dog he was.
It was a confidence born of experience, of skill.
He downed the rest of the drink and nodded his head to the beat of the industrial rock blaring through the speakers. A lean man settled two stools down, older than the others, dressed in a simple white T-shirt and jeans, dirty blond hair pulled back in a pony...
Well, he'd be damned.
David "I just want you to tie me up a little" Magnus, the whole reason Richard had discovered the lifestyle in the first place. They'd split up because he couldn't give Dave what he needed. Of course, that was a lot of years ago and Richard was a different man now. He could tie Dave up now and more than just a little.
He cleared his throat.
Those eyes were just as green as ever, just as bright as they went wide. "Rich!"
He smiled and stood. "Dave. Long time no see, man."
He walked around tothe other side of Dave, letting his eyes linger, take in the sweet little ass encased in the tight jeans, the lean muscles outlined by the T-shirt. Some things hadn't changed much. "You're looking good."
"Thanks. You ... you look better than ever. Honest." Dave had a tiny little goatee now, a gay pride necklace around his throat.
"Thank you." Rich knew he did. He worked out now, he was confident now. Most of all, he knew who he was.
"I haven't seen you here before, Dave."
"Hmm? No. No. I just ... I'm in a wandering phase."
Oh, Dave still hadn't found what he needed. Richard wondered if Dave even knew what he was looking for. And that lit a fire in his belly. "If you were mine, you wouldn't be wandering," he noted.
"No? So far, I'm not the, uh ... keeper type." The shot of whiskey was slammed back, another ordered.
He chuckled. "No?" Leaning in, he whispered into Dave's ear. "If you were mine you'd be branded as mine, collared, cuffed, taken."
He got this look--familiar and new all at once, completely taken aback and exposed for a moment--then it faded into apathy. "Tease."