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John walked into the lab and froze.
At the microscope stood a handsome man: black curls and pale blue eyes John knew from darkness, behind a mask, gloved hands testing John’s every limit.
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An alias replied: I’m the man you require.
In the dungeon, he proved true—and beautiful. His slender figure and deep baritone commanded John’s submission time and again. They met without names; Vatican Cameos was the safeword that would reveal their identities. It remained unsaid.
One night, the stranger knelt and surrendered. John discovered the joy of breaking another man as his stranger wept in ecstasy at his feet. Their reversed roles exposed a darker truth: the man knew theory and nothing more. Before John, he'd been a virgin.
John’s shock drove him away. Ever since, John wished he had held on.
Now those pale eyes settled upon him.
“Mike, may I borrow your phone? Mine has no signal.”
“What’s wrong with the landline?”
“I prefer to text.”
John found his phone. “Er, here. Use mine.”
“Oh. Thank you.”
Mike glanced between them. “Sherlock Holmes, this is my old friend, John Watson.”
Sherlock typed and returned the phone.
John looked down and read:
Vatican Cameos. Stay with me.
“Afghanistan or Iraq?”