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Cal sits in seiza, arms trapped behind him, trembling in the cold air. He can't see Bode, courtesy the soft blindfold, nor sense him in the Force. Bode's fingers trace over Cal's skin, his teeth fitted into the marks on Cal's shoulder they both deliberately aggravated into scarrping. "I have a gift for my perfect boy." Bode's hot breath against his cold skin makes Cal whine around the bit in his mouth. Bode chuckles, sweetly kissing the corner of his mouth.
Bode can be so cruel, absolutely heartless in the way he rends others apart, whether with his red blade or his words… but the way he is with Cal - so absolutely devoted - Cal knows he was chosen, deliberately and with intent. And Cal, well. Cal chose Bode too, sharp teeth and crushing anger and all. They have that in common.
Cal feels something close around his throat, this side of too tight. He feels the press of it with ever swallow. He wants to touch it. There's another soft snick; he feels himself yanked back sharply. He chokes but lets himself fall, unresisting. There's a flare of dark satisfaction in Bode's aura as it suddenly connects with his again, sweeps him up in its tempestuousness.
"Sweet, obedient boy," Bode purrs into Cal's ear, catching Cal against his chest. "All mine. Let me remind you how good I can make you feel."
Cal can't wait.