"And here you are, praising my genius. You do know how to stroke a man's ego," he murmurs, his hand already in Daniel's trousers to do precisely that, leaning into the bite as his breaths add sound and he moans softly, catching Daniel's gaze.

The business of memories deserves the full respect. "There are years," he warns. "But it would be undoing a block. Imagine a wall in your mind," he murmurs, "we'd be taking a sledgehammer to it. What I don't know is how much damage the drugs did, and how much I did. I can only fix the latter, the former is simply lost."

He isn't doing that, yet. Despite his tendency to do whatever he likes, he waits. Perhaps because he's eager for more kisses, more touches, more bites. More praise. "You'll know I abandoned you twice. You'll feel it doubly so."