It was a bone-chilling winter night in Manhattan. Snow delicately; slowly; consistently scattered and packed in throughout the rest of the night. The season transitioned freshly and everyone knew it would be another unrelenting winter.

This can’t be the fucking right address. Indigo thought to himself as he drove into the driveway.

He lives in Southampton? In this mansion? He’s practically an unpaid intern how can he—

It was better to stop asking himself questions and simply sort everything out with Sémillon. There was a rapid decline in temperature as soon as he turned the heat off. The thick overcoat and wool accessories wouldn’t stave off the elements for long.

Damn if he doesn’t answer I’ll probably die out here. I think I should’ve called or messaged.

Indigo walked up the stone steps as he reevaluated his series of decisions up until this point. His hand extended to the doorbell automatically, independent of thought. He genuinely feared he might perish in this weather. Equal fear stirred within his psyche imagining how this conversation would go. Before the ring ended the door opened and a hand grasped his wrist tightly, forcefully pulling him into the house. The door was shut and locked within a second.

“Are you fucking crazy coming out here without me knowing?” Sémillon inquired angrily, bemused.

“I know—“ Indigo attempted to reply.

“What if I wasn’t even here?” He said in a calmer tone.

Indigo was taken aback. The genuine surprise of concern in his voice for his safety manifested sickly, conflicting feelings.

“I don’t know… I guess I could’ve froze.”

“Not ‘could’ve’; definitely would be dead on my doorstep or in my driveway with your car as your coffin.”

Sémillon continued the dialogue while unzipping Indigo’s winter wear. He walked to the living room to retrieve thick fur blankets. After he hung up the damp clothes he escorted Indigo to the bar. He helped him up onto the soft leather stool. Past beautiful marble island, a professional bartender’s set was displayed further in the kitchen stored behind glass cabinets. Every conceivable alcohol was in the display. Rather than create a cocktail, Sémillon simply reached for a shot glass and a bottle whiskey. He slid it over the counter to Indigo.

“Down it, it’ll warm you fast.” Sem stated in a polite, commanding voice.

He obliged and shivered from the shock. Subsequently burn settled allowing his body to feel cozy. Once realizing he was okay, Sem downed a shot as well.

“Why’d you come all the way out here, without asking me? I have a goddamn phone you know.”

“Honestly, I’m fucking pissed at you, that’s why.”

“What the hell did I ever do to you? Besides, that’s no excuse getting yourself nearly killed. I just saved your life so that should erase whatever emotional issues you’re facing.”

“It’s that shit right there, Sem. Enough with the bullying, with the high ground, the cold shoulder; please talk to me like I’m your friend. I have so many questions, but the main one is where’s Windhoek. Some side questions though— who the hell are you? How can you afford all this? We work in the same office, you’re just an entry level employee. I know you gave up every promotion, why?”

Sémillon’s face transitioned from his common stoic expression to a new look Indigo had never seen before: astonishment.

“I— so let me get this straight you came all the way here to ask about my finances. My lifestyle? You were willing to potentially die for some meaningless answers?”

“No you piece of shit, I couldn’t fucking care less about that, NOW WHERE’S WINDHOEK?” Indigo smashed his glass against the table and tears welled in his eyes.

“It’s not as straightforward an answer as you think.” Sémillon struggled to even get the sentence out.

“How is it… Sem…”

His face became bright red and tears streamed down his face. He exploded into a downpour of despair, unraveling in the face of his trauma.

Indigo’s heart broke. Hysteria violently overwhelmed his mind. Vitriol towards Sem seethed for an instant. A plethora of complex emotions amassing into a psychological tornado made him wish he died in the snow.

His stinging tears trickled like a waterfall over his pained face.

Sémillon collapsed to the floor sitting against the fridge. He was undergoing immense strain, the distress of trying to suppress the truth finally caught up to him. Indigo amidst the impact of late lamenting rushed to his aide. He covered both himself and Sémillon. The two mourned together for an hour before Indigo could helplessly whisper:

“Why didn’t you let me say goodbye?”

“I-I- I’m so sorry. She had cancer and she never told me. She was my world, I lost everything. She always wanted me to be happy and I didn’t know how or what to do when she died.”

He understood. Torment is why he isolated. Extreme depression, pushing everything and everyone away.

Three hours elapsed until the crying became physically impossible. Two weary bodies devoid of the desire to move lean against each other. One soul flickered with a spontaneous but minute shot of energy. The resistance to gravity, the ability to defy the body’s demands to remain stationary by standing upright; Indigo lifted Sem to his feet. Sémillon reverted to less than a husk, less than an empty vessel. In a sense he basically died. Being propped upright he was walked to the master bedroom. Each step up pure grueling in abject misery. Indigo locked the door and stood Sem upright. He stripped him down to his underwear. He removed each article of his own clothing down to his underwear also. Interlocking fingers, Sem was walked by Indigo to his bed. The bed felt softer, softer like he remembered it with Windhoek. He was lain down on the king size bed in vulnerability. Cognizant of his helpless state, a tiny smile of satisfaction crossed Indigo’s face. He crawled into the other side and wrapped his arm over then rested his cheek on his chest. Skin contact, the sensation triggered goosebumps for both of them. Levitating in euphoric numbness they drifted into a slumber more peaceful than death itself.

Snow raged on causing them to be sealed in.

Ten hours passed before a muscle was moved intentionally. Sem awoke peacefully to discover Indigo’s eyes partially open, fixed on him.

That was the most amazing sleep I’ve had in years. I think I could fall right… back into…

Two more hours passed enabling the house to be covered two-thirds of the way in snow.

Sémillon awoke again, eyes locking with Indigo. He attentively gazed into his eyes, scanning his long hair formed of light ebon curls, his deep tan skin, his subtle pink lips. He became acutely aroused. Indigo’s eyes widened and an inadvertent smile crossed his face. He was aroused too.

Is this wrong? Is there wrong here?

Sem with fluidity flipped over to be sitting on Indigo’s groin, knees into the bed hovering over him. With tenderness he reached his hands downward to interlock their fingers. He never expected this possibility, but he desperately begged inside for it to come, the day Sem takes over his body. Sem placed his hand on Indigo’s chin holding his face. He leaned in to kiss him to find a mouth submissively open. Drool cascaded into the biggest smile swallowing every drop. He leaned inward again taking the lead sliding their tongues back and forth upon each other with no control, no inhibitions over their actions. After several tense minutes Sem slid to the side to remove Indigo’s underwear. He slowly in an antagonizing manner pulled down his Calvin Klein to his ankles. Quickly he drew them past his feet then threw the pair into the corner of the room. He never imagined seeing his cock again. It was a few inches bigger than his own and he was mesmerized by it. The hugeness; the pinnacle phallic shape. The only thought became to swallow Indigo’s cock whole and deepthroat him until he explodes in his mouth. Slowly and playfully he licked the uncircumcised tip. Placing his hands on Indigo’s chest, he held them while watching Sem’s head move up and down. His lips were godly sliding all the way from the tip to the base in succession, perfectly paced.

Fuck I haven’t cum in so long, I’m going to cum everywhere so hard. But I want to cum from an anal orgasm.

Indigo delighted in mutual submission to Sémillon’s mouth enveloping all of him, over and over again. He grabbed the back of his head to control the pace, to control him. He wasn’t ready to cum yet. He pushed his face away to instruct him to turn around in order to sixty-nine. Sem arched his ass upward over Indigo and he seamlessly removed his underwear. He grabbed his ass to thrust his cock in his throat for Sem to follow quickly. In unison they hypnotically deepthroated each other passionately. Freedom submerged into slavery of repressed sexual desires, for one another, and the acts themselves. They slipped out of each other’s mouth, the sensation of spit dripping over themselves was insatiable.

Sem faced Indigo to grab his waist and turn him over. In pure compliance he followed his guiding arms and complimented the motion. He stared for a moment at his ass. The curvature, the thickness, the smoothness made him go insane. Indigo could feel Sem’s stare and he grinned ecstatically. Grabbing his ass he spread him open and buried his face, tongue fucking his asshole. He spit inside his warm, pink hole and licked as if his life depended on it. Indigo whimpered, “I—I saved myself for you, Sem. I love you.” Drool flowed from his bottom lip with the last free thought from his head flowing out similarly.

I’m his slave. Indigo happily thought.

He ate his ass for an hour before finally getting on top of him and rubbed the tip of his cock into his ass. Shivers ran up his spine. Sem’s powerful but considerate grasp sent Indigo further into a pathetic trance. He slid his cock all the way in causing his lover to unleash a feminine moan. Sem was exhilarated experiencing a new high that melted the threshold of his mind’s comprehension. He instinctively thrusted back and forth in perfect harmony with Indigo’s ass pulling him inward.

“I love you too.” Sémillon said those words for the first time in years in a new light.

He grabbed Indigo’s hair into a ponytail collected into his fist, then pushed his face into the pillow.

“Oh fuck!” Indigo screamed, muffled.

Sémillon’s thrusts penetrated deeper with more momentum. Indigo felt radiant love in every pulse. He hit his anal g-spot and felt him begin to swell.

“Fuck yes make me cum at the same time as you, let’s cum together. Make me yours!” Indigo shouted excitedly. Sem’s rhythm was a symphony masterful to the tune of Indigo’s body. He continued to thrust into his prostate gradually picking up speed. He found his arms locking under Indigo’s with both fists holding his hair into a ponytail.

He penetrated him in a deep singular thrust causing himself and Indigo to explode into a fountain of cum. Cum sprayed all over the sheets and between his own thighs. Mindlessness overwhelmed Indigo and he could no longer think of anything but his orgasm and the cum filling inside of him. Sémillon filled his pink asshole with so much cum it leaked and began using it as lube to keep cumming. The immense rush of sexual pleasure induced such a weakness the two fainted. Sem rested still inside of Indigo, drenched in their own cum. He was hugging him from behind perfectly on top of him. In dazed comfort they drifted into a hallucinatory state.

Indigo awoke with hardly any senses about him. He merely no longer felt the weight of Sémillon on top of him. He peered over to his right and there he was; holding something on the tip of his finger that resembled a breath strip.

“Open wide, stick out your tongue.” Sem instructed.

In pure obedience he stuck out his tongue. The strip dissolved instantaneously on his taste buds.

“Come on, let’s clean up, my beautiful boy.”

Indigo’s psyche erupted into further elation.

He followed Sem’s guidance and slid to the edge of the bed, legs first. He picked him up from the back of his knees and shoulders to carry him. The relative ease he picked him up with turned him on. Between the orgasm, the dreamy slumber, and whatever that substance was Sem gave him, Indigo fully submitted to Sem and trusted him wholly. The sensation of warm water on his toes transformed the surface of his skin to goosebumps. He was lowered into a warm bath with rose petals on the surface. He submerged into angled lion’s tub bath with armrests, head and neck above the water’s surface. All of the aromas, the temperature, the hazy mist, and contrast of colors in a luxury bathroom sent him over the moon.

“What did you give me earlier?” Indigo’s asked, not caring about the answer.

“A strip of acid.” Sémillon replied. “I want you to be mine forever.”

These words activated a sequence of visuals Indigo never imagined. Rose petals fell from the ceiling, spheres of water floated upward from the tub, Sem glowed in a radiant rainbow aura. The velvet wallpaper patterns danced in an array of meshing patters. The intersections of tile patterns swayed in a circular motion.

“I am yours forever.”

Sem moved behind the tub sitting on a cushioned stool while naked. He thought Indigo’s hallucination addled mind was cute and could tell he was having a wonderful trip. He pour shampoo into Indigo’s luxurious hair and began massaging his scalp. His fingers rubbed and scratched in a motion overwhelming Indigo’s already blissful brain.

“I’m in control. I will take care of you, if you want me to. Obey me, call me master.” Sem whispered into his boyfriend’s ear.

“Master, I never want this to end.” Indigo whimpered.

“You can have this forever. I promise. I’ll do whatever you want, and you’ll do whatever I say.”

“Yes of course, it’s what I always wanted; to serve you.”

He massaged his scalp for ten minutes. He grabbed a ceramic ewer and poured warm water over his hair while tilting his head back. He moved around to the faucet and filled it to pour over him again. In his mind it was Sem’s mouth, his drool washing over his face as stars danced in the air enveloping the two of them. Returning to the cushioned stool he picked up body wash and a loofa to scrub Indigo’s slightly muscular, yet feminine form.

“You saved me. I don’t deserve you.” Sémillon expressed with gratitude. “I never hated you, Indi. After Windhoek…” he gulped, “She said if she died before me, she’d want me to be with you. She knows everything about us, how you were my first and only. I do love her more than anyone, of course. But with her permission, we can be together. It didn’t feel right to be happy, and I’m so sorry I spent the last two years being mean to you.”

Vindication; the truth is revealed and the floodgates of tears, joyfully crack open and flow.

“You’re amazing. Thank you for being my best friend. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you. I tried to pretend everything was normal, it accelerated me dying, approaching a catastrophe. Then you show up to call me out, to give me my life back. To form a stronger bond of love… to become my slave.”

Indigo’s pupils dilated and his eyes expanded.

“I want to share you with the world. I have a dress for you, for a date I had planned a month ago. I was about to ask you out, but I just couldn’t. Now here you are and can’t say no. This is my fantasy, but if it’s not yours please tell me. I don’t actually expect you to do anything you don’t want. Your consent is the most important thing to me.” He said as he finished scrubbing his body then began rinsing him with the ewer.

The immersion of sexual fantasies emblazoned into the only reality Indigo wanted to know. Sémillon’s silver tongue crossed every checkmark of what he could have ever wanted someone to say.

“May I see the dress?” Indigo whispered.

“Yes, of course.” Sem replied while draining the water to about three-quarters of the way.

“Don’t mind me, I just want you to be safe. I know it’s a little colder, but I don’t want you to drown.”

Fuck he’s… I can’t believe… I’m his girlfriend.

Sémillon returned with an elegant dress in his hands, a purple velvet, lacy dress with gothic adornments. He had black leggings ready, a full makeup kit, and new jewelry he purchased for him.

“It’s all so beautiful.” Indigo responded.

“I have this makeup kit for you, but I really hope you don’t use any. I’ve always thought in unnecessary for women.” Sem expressed.

He’s calling me a woman, but he knows I am confidently a man… he’s perfect.

“Get out of the tub, let’s dry you off, and dress you up.”