***Mark's POV***

I curl up into the corner of a booth at the diner across the street.  And believe me, when you're 6'10 it's not easy to curl.  I'm so fucking TIRED, and I want to go to bed, but I can't because he's in there.

Hunter.  Damn him, who does he think he is?  Why does he think he can just waltz into my life and all of a sudden make me open up to him?  This is shit I can't even tell my brother, and he's acting like I'm supposed to go right ahead and tell him.

But yet...for a moment, I considered it.  I thought about telling him everything, about how I wanted to give up control and let someone, maybe even him, take over me.  Damn, I want it so badly...

There's a quiet rustling as someone slides into the booth across from me.  I glance up.  Oh shit.  "Mark?"  Hunter's voice is concerned.

I try to back away from him as far as I could.  "You know, the purpose of me leaving the room was to be away from you..."

He rolls his eyes.  "Yeah, but I'm still not so sure what just happened back there."

I've decided that I hate him.  "That's not my problem.  Now why don't you just go on back to the hotel?  I find a new room mate, and we'll forget all this shit...."

Something flashes in his eyes and he grabs my wrist gripping it tightly.  "No."

I glare at him.  "What the hell do you mean, no?"

He still has hold of my wrist as he drags me to the register to pay for my coffee and then pushes me in his rental car.  He's not speaking to me.  I should run away, but the look in his eyes, hard and controlling, keeps  me stuck to my seat.

We get back to the hotel, and again, I'm being led though the hall like a naughty child.  That thought and the images it produces in me send a shiver through my body.  He notices it, and turn to look at me.  "Cold?"

I shake my head mutely, and we continue on to the hotel room.  Once we're in the door, he pushes me into sitting on the bed and he paces around.  "You're gonna wear out the carpet that way," I say.  I can’t help it.

He whirls to look at me.  "What the hell is with you, Mark?  First you have a spazz fit, and now you're acting like a brat.  What's going on?"

And there it is again, the temptation to let it spill.  He could do it...he could control me, I know he could.  He pulled me out to a diner, I know if I could just exploit his temper a bit, I could...I could...  "Hunter?"

"Yeah?"  He looks so pissed at me...I don’t know whether to be afraid or excited.

I bite my lower lip.  "You ever have something that you think would make people...I don't know....look at you funny....laugh at you...."

He sits down next to me.  "Sure.  I think everyone has."  He picks up my hand to hold in his.  "I won't laugh at you, Mark."

Damn him.  Damn him to hell, he's winning.  I take a deep breath.  "I'm not the person you think I am.  I....there are things about me..."

He laughs a little.  "Oh really?  Like what?  What is it?  Do you like to fuck barn animals?  Run around in women's clothes?"  He laughs again.  "Do you have a handcuff fetish from all the times you've been arrested?"

I freeze.  The mere mention of handcuffs makes me....I don't know...flutter.  "Stop it..."  I whisper weakly.

A look of surprise crosses Hunter' face.  "Is that it?"  He comes closer to me.  "Is that what you won't tell me?  That you're into that fetish stuff?"  He tilts his head to the side.  "Was your plan to tie me to the bed while I was asleep?"

I close my eyes.  I can't look at him, not for this.  Summoning all my courage, I say quietly.  "No. If I had a plan, it would have been me tied up.  That's the secret."

I crack my eyes open and see him standing there in shock.  "Oh,"  he finally says.