NOTES: This was originally going to be a fic called "Dominance", but then I decided it would make a better Mystery Fic, so I just changed a few things, and here it is. I'm not going to give you any hints, because I should think that it will be obvious. Warning though, it's kind of limey.

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We shouldn't be doing this. It's against all good sense. Both of us know that we shouldn't, and yet always we come to this. Weeks, months, eventually the need leads us to each other.

Hot lips on mine, seeking, devouring. I could say no. I should say no. I have said no in the past. It never matters. I'm too caught up to care.

The driving loneliness of solitude catches up to us. Repressed emotions burning. Always the need for human company, the need to know that someone else shares our sensations, our desires.

His hands roaming, greedy. He is overeager as always. My efforts to teach him patience, restraint, all come to naught.

There is no emotion. No. Wrong. There is too much emotion. The wrong emotion. There is no love. Never love.

He drives it, controls it. I let him, always, until the end. For I can't let him control me utterly. If I did, he might lose control. Might fall to the whims of his ego.

I know that he does not love me. He makes sure I know. Even when we are locked together in the final embrace, he must let me know that though I control his body, I cannot control him. He must make me understand that I do not have that power over him.

The touches invade my mind, hypnotizing. I fight back. More than just physical torture, the sensations go deeper. He is making a foolsih attempt to manipulate me, let him control me. No. No, young one, you are not ready for control. You must learn humility first.

I am not so course as he. I do not call out the name of another as he does, calling out to her, his love. Never does he make any apologies for it. To the contrary, he looks into my eyes as if daring me to comment or rebuke him.

No, I do not call out another name, but that does not mean I am not thinking of someone else.

He fights my dominance. I can feel his will pushing against mine, trying to make me surrender. I can't. For his own sake I can't.

I have played this game before with my master. The same, but different. Between us the emotions were genuine. The care and love was there. There was no pain, no fight.

He bites in a way meant to draw pain. I fight the moan rising to my lips. Do not give in to him. Never give in. Would he treat his dear one like this? I think not. She, to him, would be someone to protect and cherish. I, on the other hand, am merely his teacher. An authority to fight against. And it is my duty to let him vent his anger and frustration on me. Better he learn from someone who can absorb it than hurt innocents.

I think of my master and try not to let my control waver. Does he know? Or does he think that he controls me? Does he think that I have let emotions cloud my perception? Would I give him the power to bend me to his whims simply because I was in love? How little he knows of me.

I begin to feel his power abate, and I push my advantage. He falls before me, his will crumbling against mine as he recedes into submission. I retain my dominance, teaching him as always that he must follow my lead if he is to learn. So reckless yet that he does not understand.

And so for another moment I am the leader, the master. The peace will be brief. Not long from now the time will come again when the need consumes us. It will take him first, as always. And he will come to me in agression and challenge. I will not let my power fall. How many times still will he slink away in defeat? And what of it when he finally reunites with his true love? Will the challenging end? Can he challenge me alone without trying for physical dominance?

We are caught in a cycle that cannot end well. It should not be happening. Our minds are supposed to be in harmony. Our emotions cannot control us. But what can I do if letting my emotions control me are the only way that I can force him not to let his control him? What would my master do?

What did my master do?