(Racket didn't wanna stand still for a photo so I got half XD) 

The sound of Wyatt's ringtone drew their attention away from the movie. Honestly, Blake hadn't really been focusing on it anyways. His mind was wandering too much... as well as his hands. He was behaving, of course, but he was still nervous and thus, his hands had needed something to do. Thankfully, Wyatt didn't mind him drawing little pictures with the tip of his finger against his warm skin. 

He wasn't normally one to listen into others' conversations, but it was hard not to hear with the phone so close. Wyatt would have definitely gotten up if it was anything he shouldn't have heard, anyways. Seeing as the man didn't move a single muscle as he began speaking, Blake didn't bother to worry about listening in. 

Wyatt only talked for about a minute before looking down at where Blake was nestled comfortably beneath his left arm. Having listened in, he knew exactly what he was going to ask and after only a brief moment of consideration, Blake nodded his agreement. Evidently, one of the club's dominants got into a car crash on the way to teach one of his classes. It wasn't bad or anything, but he had to deal with the police report and figure out something for his car, since it wasn't drivable at the moment. The owner had called Wyatt asking if he'd wanted to fill in for him.  

They both got up and stretched for a second, having refused to move once they were both comfortable against each other. Blake shook out his right arm that had fallen asleep as Wyatt disappeared into his room, only to reappear a moment later with a black long-sleeved shirt on and a heavy winter coat draped over one arm. 

Good idea. 

It was obviously going to be cold outside, but the club wouldn't exactly be warm, either. Tugging on his own coat, he was just about to button it up when Wyatt walked over and leaned down to do it himself. 

Blake's hands paused, confused about what to do since their job had been suddenly taken. Instead of returning to his side like they probably should have, they lifted higher until his finger's were nice and tightly entwined into Wyatt's hair. They then tugged his face up slightly as Blake leaned closer, sealing their lips together for a brief kiss before letting go and dropping his hands to where they should have gone in the first place.  

Why did I do that? He's doing something and I just forced him to kiss me.

He had no doubt that his face was bright red as he looked anywhere but at the man who still hadn't moved to clasp another button together yet. 

I think I messed up...

There was an awkward silence in the room for a moment before he heard a faint chuckle in the back of his mind. 

I don't think master Wyatt understands what he's gotten himself into with a such a cute, dominant, little submissive. 

Blake frowned and blinked a few times, taken-aback by what he was just called. Of all the things to call him, dominant was not what he'd ever expected, even though he'd considered trying to be one very briefly after leaving his abusive previous one. He was honestly about to argue back that Sage needed to get his eyes checked, but quickly bit his tongue on the unintentionally-rude comment. 

Another string of laughter, this time much louder, echoed around his thoughts. 

That's actually a pretty good one, but it's not going to get you off the hook. I think you've got some learning to do for yourself, as much as we do. 

He really didn't understand how he couldn't know about himself, but he didn't argue. If Sage thought that there was something else there, then he'd listen and try to pay attention to his actions a little closer from now on. 

"Ready to go, love?" Wyatt asked, snapping Blake out of his internal conversation and drawing his eyes up to the man now smiling slightly down at him. 

Oh... he finished buttoning my coat. 

He realized something else while staring up at the beautiful man in front of him. 

His face is really red. 

"Y-yeah, I'm ready," he mumbled as he reached over and took Wyatt's hand. 

Master Wyatt is really cute sometimes, isn't he? Sage asked as his bat wiggled its way down from his hair so that it could snuggle within his warm coat. 

It felt awkward agreeing with him, but he couldn't deny it, either. During the short time he'd gotten to know the man, he'd definitely seen an adorable side sneak its way in between the stern rules and dominant persona. Now he understood why Wyatt had mentioned that Sage tried to go after him once in a while... and he honestly couldn't blame the guy. 

Wait a second. You don't honestly think that he's a switch, do you? 

Before Blake could even finish adding the words no way to the end of his thought, Sage repeated them into his mind in a slightly more colorful way. 

Hell no. He's definitely a top, but I bet you I can make him bottom for me...

Shameless. Bat. 

"I can hear bits and pieces of that conversation and I'm not sure I want any hints to the rest of what's on that perverted bat's mind," Wyatt said as they stepped outside. He then turned to lock the door behind them. 

The guy then lead him down the outdoor walkway before stopping at the top of the stairs and glancing down at the top of Blake's coat. 

"You know, Sage, you can stay here if you want," he said with a hint of sarcastic humor to his words. 

Oh no, I can't miss this. I've been away for so long. I couldn't possibly pass up a chance to stare at master Wyatt in all his dominant glory, Sage replied, making Blake think that he actually managed to talk to both of them at the same time, because Wyatt rolled his eyes right away in response before they headed down the stairs. 

"You can't see me, you stubborn flying rat," he grumbled, making Sage scoff into their minds. 

There's no way you can compare me to a rat! Their junk is way bigger than my poor tiny bat's. It's a travesty, truly. Especially since I pack quite a nice package on my human body. They probably couldn't even be compared to a grain of ri— Blake let him continue to babble into his mind as he enjoyed the cool night air and short car ride to the club. 

The building itself didn't look like much from the outside, but that was generally the point. Snooping people were discouraged. They parked around back, since the front was surprisingly-full, then hopped out of the car. He felt Sage shiver a little against his skin and subconsciously lifted a hand to settle it over the tiny lump he made beneath his jacket, then rubbed the fabric gently. 

The temperature was thankfully decently warmer once inside, and to Blake's surprise, the building itself looked impeccably taken care of and smelled extremely clean, but not like the disinfectants that tended to burn your nose. 

They had come in near the offices, so there were barely any people milling about the area. The few that were there gave Wyatt respectful nods and greetings as they walked past. When they finally stopped it was at the very last office, or really, the closest one to the main scene area. 

Wow, it's crazy busy. 

Almost every miniature stage had something going on, and even as Wyatt tugged his hand for him to follow, Blake couldn't seem to pull his attention away. What did manage to take it back immediately, however, was the faint brush of his master's lips against his cheek. 

"S-sorry," he quickly mumbled out to apologize as he hurried after Wyatt into his office. 

The room was sparsely decorated, but tasteful, just like the man's home. He dropped down into one of the two leather chairs across from where he was standing behind a large desk, looking through a small manila envelope. 

"Dammit..." he sighed out after a moment, making Blake frown and furrow his brow slightly. 

"Is everything okay?" he asked, knowing that there was obviously some sort of issue with what he'd been asked to do. 

Closing the envelope, Wyatt pursed his lips and replied, "I'm sorry, I should have asked what class he was having tonight. This is a private session with four brand new submissives. No outside observation is allowed."

Oh...

Wyatt looked more and more stressed as the awkward silence drew out, but then they both heard Sage speak into their minds again. 

No problem. I'll show him around the club while you take care of your session. 

"That... actually sounds good. I'd really love to look around, if that would be okay?" Blake asked with a new, excited smile. 

Wyatt looked a little hesitant, but then seemed to remember something and dug into a side drawer in his desk for a moment before seemingly finding what he was looking for. When he pulled out a small bright red collar, Blake tilted his head, slightly confused. 

Oh, good idea! Sage chimed in excitedly. 

They evidently employed a system of red light green light at their club. Most people were given simple wristbands when entering that were either red or green, symbolizing their interest in interacting with others. A lot of people new to the scene chose red so that they could look around in peace, while those wanting attention requested a green wristband. 

Wyatt has always used a collar for people he knows personally. He wants the color to be abundantly clear, Sage told him.

"Is it alright if I put it on you?" Wyatt asked as he walked around his large desk and stopped next to Blake's seat as he stood to meet him. 

"I'm not against you meeting other people, and the employees can still speak to you freely if you'd like, but I don't um... I just..." 

He doesn't want anyone thinking that you're up for grabs! Sage chimed in again, making Blake unable to hold back a chuckle. 

"Of course you can put it on me. I don't want to be bothered by anyone, anyways," Blake said as he took a step closer and tilted his head back a tiny bit. 

He expected Wyatt to slip the collar on him immediately and then head to his class, but when he, instead, felt the man's soft fingers gently settled against his newer scars from his older collar, he felt a small shiver run down his spine. 

When Wyatt leaned down and actually pressed a warm kiss to the damaged skin, Blake felt like he was about to swoon. 

Down there, boy. You're going to be late... and make your man faint. 

Wyatt immediately leaned away with a blush on his cheeks as he cleared his throat and carefully fastened the collar around Blake's neck. When he didn't move after, or even look away, Sage didn't hesitate to speak up again. 

Alright, away with you now, you stubborn man. You have a class to teach and I have a sub to corrupt. 

Wyatt scowled, but then rubbed a hand over his face and gave a quiet laugh as a smile found its way onto his face. 

"Yeah, yeah. I know I have to go, but damn I don't want to," he said as he pulled Blake into a tight, slightly-painful hug. 

For someone who wasn't a pain dom, the guy was learning quickly how to at least give a little here and there at the perfect times. Now he didn't want him to go. They could just play around on his desk a little bit, right? 

We could, Sage replied, making Blake grin as Wyatt finally stepped away and walked over to the door. He held it open for them, then hesitated stepping out. 

Probably a good thing that he didn't seem to hear that. 

"You're free to look around, but please keep Sage with you. I'll leave my office unlocked if you want to come back and rest, too," he said, earning a nod from Blake as he stepped past him and into the hall. 

"Alright, thank you master Wyatt. I'll take a look around and make sure to keep Sage from going after too many people," he said jokingly as Peppermint's tiny head finally poked itself out from within his coat and gave out a tiny squeak. 

"Sounds like a plan. If you need anything, I'll be in room twelve just down the hall over there," Wyatt said, pointing to his right. 

Blake nodded his understanding and waited until Wyatt was completely out of sight before turning toward the open room before them. 

I don't think I've ever seen such a huge club before. 

The one he normally went to back where he used to live was pretty large, but it definitely didn't hold a candle to this one. 

It's even two stories, with a bunch of observation decks and... is that a second bar? 

Pretty sweet, huh? Sage said as he scurried back up into Blake's hair, then squeaked a few times as they began wandering around. 

As soon as Blake stepped out of the darkened hallway he felt several sets of eyes fall on him. It used to stress him out beyond belief to garner attention from others, even when not trying, because his boyfriend would always get extremely possessive and abusive about it, but now that he'd been free of him for a little bit, he at least could handle the stares without beginning to shiver. 

We don't mind if other people look. We know you're gorgeous. Touching, however...

As he thought those words Blake felt Peppermint tug at a few strands of his hair, likely trying to symbolize that they would get bitten if anyone tried anything more than looking with him. 

"Ah, yes. The threat of a tiny bat nibbling at their hair. That generally keeps all the musclebound guys far away," he said playfully as he wandered over to one of the cool looking black metal staircases and carefully headed up. 

There was an elevator a few feet away, but he wanted to burn off some energy, so the stairs would work well. Once at the top, Blake could hear a faint tempo from loudspeakers spread out tactfully around the upper floor as he began walking along the railing that overlooked everything going on down below. The music was actually quite pleasant and not overbearing, like it would be in most normal clubs. 

As he glanced around here and there, he also noticed that most of the people on the upper floors were less focused on what was going on down below and were more content to just relax with whatever company they currently had while some even sipped wine alone while reading a book. 

So many different things going on at once, yet somehow not clashing with each other. 

Sage squeaked again and tapped at Blake's head with a tiny hooked-hand. 

That's why this place is so awesome. You don't have to come here specifically to get naked or hit on. You can just come by to have a drink, relax, or rent out a private room for some amazing ball-sl—Sage's thought was interrupted abruptly when a young brunette woman who sported the name tag Jersey, came up with a welcoming smile. 

"Hi sweetheart, I just wanted to welcome you to Red Line," she said in an honest, happy voice. 

"Thank you. This place is surprisingly nice," Blake said as he offered her a smile. 

Jersey was just about to respond when she noticed something that clearly caught her by surprise. 

"Oh? You already know master Sage?" she asked, now suddenly curious about their relationship, no doubt. 

Before Blake could think of how he wanted to respond to that question, Sage flitted from his hair to land on the girl's shoulder with a little squeak. 

"It's so nice to see you again, master Sage. Did you have a good trip home?" she asked with enthusiasm in her voice. 

The little bat squeaked and flapped its tiny wings for a moment before hopping back over to cling to Blake's coat. 

Tell her that it was quite nice, but I missed seeing her beautiful face. 

Blake bit back a scowl so that Jersey didn't think that he was mad at her, then sighed and replied, "he said that it was nice but he missed seeing your face." 

At first Blake thought that Sage possibly pretended to be able to see and had fooled quite a few people at the club, but when Jersey just burst out laughing, he realized that the guy's response was just Sage being Sage. They all likely knew he was blind and expected the corny jokes. 

"That's definitely master Sage. By the way, do you two have a bond? You don't look related, though genetics can be funny like that sometimes," she asked, then immediately looked a little chastened. 

"Sorry if I'm bothering you. I did see your red collar, which is only given out to long-time dominants of the club... but since Sage is actually with you I thought that it wouldn't be an issue. If I'm bothering you I'll definitely let you be," she said, still maintaining her warm smile. 

Blake expected Sage to respond, but when he didn't hear anything, he mentally shrugged. 

"This collar is actually master Wyatt's, but it's fine. You aren't bothering me at all. We kind of have a small one, but it's mainly just my odd ability to catch and broadcast thoughts," he said, making the girl look much more excited. 

"That's so cool! So you can hear random thoughts from anyone you want?" she asked, honestly curious. 

Blake chuckled and nodded. 

"Yes, but I've toned it way down with some practice. It can drive you a bit crazy to just hear things all the time." 

The girl nodded her agreement immediately. 

"I can totally understand that. My own thoughts drive me crazy enough, I don't think I could handle hearing a bunch of other people's, too, and especially not master Sage's!" 

Ouch, my poor heart. 

"He's being overly-dramatic," Blake replied with a smirk as his words sent Jersey into another fit of laughter. 

By the time she was able to catch her breath, she had to hurry back to the area she'd been bartending to fill an order for a woman that had been patiently waiting for her return. 

"She's really nice," Blake noted with a grin as he continued on his way. 

Hey Blake? Can we go down the hall that's just ahead and to the left for a moment, please?  

Spotting the hall easily, Blake nodded and calmly made his way in that direction. He noticed as he looked around that a few patrons gave him nods of acknowledgement and even a couple waves, but he quickly realized that they were likely greeting the little bat currently clinging to his coat, and not him. 

Oh, they are definitely greeting you. They're just using me as a chance to bypass the red collar. Smart cookies. 

That was actually pretty smart, though he didn't see much of a reason for them to want his attention. 

Babe, we're going to work on that self esteem until you know how fucking amazing you are. 

Blake chuckled again and shook his head as he ducked into the dim hallway. 

Second door on the right. 

He followed Sage's instructions and opened the unlocked door, then stepped inside and quietly closed it. As the door clicked shut, Blake felt Peppermint drop from his coat, making him hesitant to walk around in the darkness in case he might accidentally step on him. 

Instead, he felt around for a light, and was grateful when he found one easily within reach. A faint glow soon illuminated the area around him, making Blake much more comfortable. He quickly scanned the ground and saw no sign of Peppermint, so he put on a content smile and turned around. 

His smile immediately faltered when he realized exactly why Sage had wanted to go into this room. 

"Um... someone must have moved my set of spare clothing," Sage mumbled awkwardly as he kept his back to him where he stood in front of a small dresser. 

Holy back muscles...

He'd only ever seen the guy wearing a full set of clothing, so the view was definitely a treat he hadn't expected, but absolutely didn't mind receiving. 

"I'm just one big yummy goody bag, but I don't think daddy Wyatt is willing to share just yet," he said as he looked over his shoulder with a smirk and a wink. 

Right, head out of the gutter. 

Looking around the large bedroom, Blake quickly found another dresser on the opposite side from where Sage had gone and dug through it. 

"I think I found your stuff," he said after only a moment as he tugged out a pair of worn black jeans and a black sweater. 

Sage hummed a little as he walked over and reached for the clothing, but missed by an inch or so. 

"Here," Blake said as he set the items in his hand, then took a step back so that he could change. 

Except, Sage didn't tug the clothes on right away, but instead turned to face him with a breathtaking smile. 

"Thanks, this dresser is new so I didn't think to look in it," he said as Blake nodded, doing his best to keep his eyes above Sage's waist... but failing miserably. 

There was a long stretch of silence between them before Sage finally turned to face away and began tugging on his pants... without underwear. 

"Be careful about staring at certain things too long, they might just start looking back at you," he said with a deep bit of laughter that made Blake's entire face burn. 

He didn't think that Sage would be able to tell that he'd been staring point-blank at his junk, but leave it to him to know that that was exactly what he'd been doing. 

"Don't worry, I won't tell Wyatt... because he's stared a few times, too," Sage said with an even deeper laugh as he finally finished tugging his sweater over his head and turned back around. 

Blake was skeptical at first, but as Sage took his hand, then felt for the door handle and then proceeded to lead him back out into the hall, he realized that the guy was probably telling the truth. Master Wyatt was definitely gay and considering that the two had known each other since they were kids... Yeah, he could totally see him being comfortable enough to stare if Sage was willing to be naked around him. 

I kind of want to see that situation play out.

Blake's thoughts flitted away as a strong arm wrapped around his shoulders and tugged him firmly against Sage's side as the man leaned over, while still somehow walking perfectly straight, and pressed a kiss to his hair. 

"We're going to get along quite well, I think."