Okay so my chapter two didn't load apparently so I'm so sorry but this is the dream Dave woke up from.
Dave shook and trembled as the echo of lightening crashed around him. Texas was accustom to thunderstorms, but he wasn't used to it at all. He whimpered as he waited for the next crack of lightening, or roar of thunder. He curled up in a ball, whimpering and whining, his breath catching as he heard soft yet heavy footsteps approach the bed. 'This is it.' His paranoid mind thought. 'this is how your gonna die. In your boxers holding a pillow close and whimpering. Some heroic death. ' his eyes widened as the figure laid down next to him, a strong arm wrapping around him and pulling him close . The familiar scent of oil, axe and strangely butter scotch, comforted him , telling him who exactly who was laying with him. Dirk . He slowly turned to see Dirk's god like figure sleeping neck to him, his breath catching in his throat. He reached a slow, gentle hand up and traced from his temple, them cheek, resting his hand there and closing his eyes, feeling his heart swell. Then it dropped to his stomach as he heard a tired, and slightly confused .
"Dave?"
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Masochist Much?
RomansaDave Strider is the former sex slave to his brother dirk and is use to his abusive ways. But one night, when dave is waiting for his brother to come home, he comes home and acts surprisingly kind to Dave, which launches him into an emotional rollerc...
