Pushed Over the Edge

Steele's eyes were trained on Judah the entire time. When he just kind of stood there, he let out a loud sigh. "Well? Is it that fucking hard to pick out a movie, brat? Do I need to hold your hand for you to be able to pick one?"

Judah wiped at his eyes before kneeling down to select a movie, stifling a gasp of pain. He selected a movie at random, praying it wouldn't give Steele any ideas.

Steele couldn't help but laugh as the movie skipped to the main menu where he quickly pressed play. "Really? I wouldn't have thought you'd pick Hostel. Right now of all times," he teased, pulling Judah into his side. He began to play with Judah's hair, tugging every so often.

Judah flinched away when he was pulled into Steele's side. He couldn't relax this way. His eyes widened when the other male started playing with his hair.

"Tell me. Have you ever bled for someone?" He asked, only half paying attention to the movie. One arm was wrapped around Judah, playing with his hair. Dragging his free hand down Judah's arm, he smirked. "Just for their pleasure? Ever willingly let someone cut into you just to watch you bleed?"

Judah fought back the sobs that threatened to overcome him. "N-no," he whispered, shaking his head, but he didn't try pushing Steele away from him or pulling away, so he must've been learning.

Steele shook his head as he continued to toy with Judah's hair. "That really is a shame, isn't it?" He asked, glancing down to his boy. He raised an eyebrow, "don't you think? Maybe we can change that sometime if you ask really nicely."

Judah pushed away from him then, panicking. He tried to run for the door, but he couldn't, moving along at his hobble.

Steele's brows raised in surprise as he watched Judah stand. He didn't make a go at the younger man, deciding he'd let the boy have some sort of sense of hope. It was more fun that way. Steele stood finally and closed the distance between them easily, "where are you going, my sweet, Judah?"

Judah stumbled back against the door when he heard Steele's voice. "D-don't hurt me," he pleaded, shaking in fear. He didn't want Steele to draw his blood.

"Why don't you give me one good reason not to?" Steeled asked, running a hand through his hair. He raised an eyebrow, "you're trying to leave me and I can't have that... So why shouldn't I punish you?"

Judah sniffled. "I just don't want to be h-hurt. That's wh-why I tried to leave." He stared at Steele. "I'm s-sorry..."

Steele snorted, his fingers wrapping around Judah's neck. "Don't want to be hurt? And what about how hurt I would be if you left? Does that not matter at all?" He questioned, eyes narrowing as he glared at the boy.

Judah choked slightly when he felt Steele's fingers wrap around his neck. "I'm s-sorry... I d-didn't think..." His eyes watered as he stared at Steele.

Steele smiled, it falling as he reached with his other hand to slap Judah across the face. "Didn't think? About anyone but yourself? That's all you ever do, Judah."

Judah's head snapped to the side when he was slapped. He hung his head, but his hands moved to try and remove Steele's from around his neck.

"Tsk, tsk. I wouldn't if I were you," Steele warned, shaking his head as Judah reached for his hand. He loosened his grip, a smile forming on his lips as he cupped Judah's cheek. "This is all because of how fuckin' self centred you are," Steele spoke, voice still sickeningly sweet before he slapped the younger man again.

Judah cried out hoarsely, head snapping back this time. "St-Steele, I'll d-do anything," he begged, "J-just let go..."

"You'll do anything because f you don't, I have to punish you. Get your back in line and that hurts me. All I want to do is love you and you make me," Steele spoke, sounding offended as he shook his head. He stepped backward, a frown on his lips. "Fine. If you really want to leave and hurt me. And prove all you care about is yourself, then by all means. Go. "

Judah trembled, staring at Steele. His hand was on the doorknob, but then he let it fall, wiping at his eyes.