Was in a writing mood, so here's another part. Villain!Connor and Hero!Jared
Warning! Non-Consensual Touching and Possessiveness.
There was definitely something to be said about power and pleasure, any moron could inflict pain. Though pain had it's uses, it certainly wasn't this. Connor all but had Jared melting into his touch as he lead Jared back to his bedroom, a stunning, large room that he had prepared just for Jared.
"You poor thing, just relax." Connor soothed and Jared laid in his lap on the bed. He gently rubbed at the boy's muscles, smoothing out the knots. "You must be so tired."
Humans were never designed to fight pleasure. To make someone that loathed you melt into your hands... it was intoxicating.
Jared let out a low whine in response, it seemed as though fighting had been completely drained from him as he laid limp in Connor's lap.
"Hush, baby, sleep." Connor hummed, and soon enough, he felt the boy relax, his breathing going even.
Connor simply watched the boy sleep for a couple of minutes, lightly outlining Jared's muscles with the tips of his fingers.
He still couldn't believe he had his nemesis sprawled out before him on the bed, peacefully sleeping. He looked... cute. Connor swore he was almost in love with him.
Sure, Connor hadn't convinced the boy to tell him his name yet, but he couldn't help but feel that a sort of bond had formed between them. Soon the boy would learn his place and they'd live happily, but for now, he still needed to be taught lessons.
Connor smiled and curled up around the boy, spooning him and soon falling asleep himself.
Connor woke up to a hand in face as Jared pushed away from him, stumbling off the bed in the process.
"What the fuck did you do to me?" Jared asked in horror, backing away from the bed.
"Hey, I didn't do anything, you willingly came and let me touch you." Connor rubbed his eyes sleepily. "Now, I'm still tired, come back to bed." He held his arms open.
"No!" Jared refused, storming over to the door and pulling at it, only to find it unlocked. Connor let out a frustrated sigh and laid back down, trying to get a least a little more shut eye before Jared continued his fit.
"Let me out!" Jared walked over to the edge of the bed and grabbed a pillow, hitting him with it. "I want out!" He began to swing at him again but before it hit Connor, he caught the pillow with his hand and tossed it to the side.
Connor sat up against the headboard and watched Jared for a second. "I'll make you a deal, I'll let you out, hell, you can wander my house as much as you'd like, but only if you tell me your name." He purred.
Jared considered this for a second, on one hand, he would get a chance to hopefully escape, but on the other hand, he'd be doing something that would benefit Connor.
"It's..." Jared hesitated. "Jared. Jared Kleinman." He finally decided, shuffling his feet uncomfortably.
Connor's eyes softened, the name suited the boy. "Okay, Jared." He would most definitely be using his name often. "Let's hold up my end of the deal, hm?" Connor climbed off of the bed and walked over to the door, producing a key from somewhere on his body. He unlocked the door for Jared and held it open for him.
"There you go." Connor hummed. Jared eyed him suspiciously before stepping out into the hallway. Jared couldn't help but feel that Connor was oddly okay with this.
Connor watched Jared step into the hallway, the poor boy looked almost frightened. He wondered what cruel government would send such a timid boy after him, Jared was just too small and too afraid to do any real damage to Connor.
As Jared walked away, Connor wasn't worried at all. In fact, he had prepared for Jared to freely wander the house. If they were going to have a good relationship Jared had to have some freedoms.
Jared walked through the empty halls, looking for any sort of window and checking every door he came across. There wasn't much to see, every door he had opened so far had been either a closet or a bedroom.
Jared opened another door to find it was the bathroom from earlier. He shivered and quickly shut the door, walking away briskly.
Finally, Jared came upon a door that seemed rather important, as it had two men standing guard out front. Jared stepped forward, edging towards the door when he was stopped by one of the guards.
"Sorry, you don't have permission to go in here." The man said firmly.
"No, you see I-" Jared started.
"Your don't have permission." The guard repeated blankly, there was clearly no arguing with him.
Jared wandered around some more, finding absolutely nothing of interest to him. It seemed Connor was more prepared than he had originally thought. Soon, he found himself back at Connor's bedroom, as Connor seemed to be the only one that was allowed to access anything.
"Back so soon?" Connor asked, looking up from the desk, where he was clearly working on something.
"A lot of the doors are sealed off to me." Jared told him, walking over and hoping to get a glance at what Connor was working on.
"Yes, I'm afraid so, you're not quite fully trained yet." Connor said simply. Jared felt his face heat up.
"Trained? Like a dog?" He said bitterly, crossing his arms.
"If you want to think of it that way, sure." Connor smirked, holding up the paper he'd been working on. "I made a list of things you need to learn." Jared snatched it out of his hands, clenching his jaw as he began to read the list.
"Less of a temper, more responsive?" Jared read aloud. "What the hell?" Jared blushed as he began to crumple up the paper. Connor caught his wrist, quickly tugging away the paper.
"This is why temper is on the list." Connor muttered, trying to smooth the paper out.
"Shut up! You don't get to control me, okay? Shut up!" Jared stormed off.
