At Lucio's command, Ansel sat up and removed his shirt as the smaller male made his way to the bathroom. Ansel smiled and laughed softly for a moment as he imagined what Johanna would say, seeing Lucio boss Ansel around--even mildly--and Ansel following orders obediently. The man had never been good at following direction, not because he didn't understand or because he didn't listen, it was simply because he very rarely felt the need to bend to any will other than his own. Johanna had never seen Ansel be anything other than completely, utterly dominant, his will controlling every aspect of his relationships, but Ansel had no desire to put up a fight with Lucio now. Despite their physical differences and self-assigned roles of being the one who fucks and the one who gets fucked, Ansel thought of Lucio as nothing less than an equal. Lucio had proven his ability to take control that night in the car, even with a cock buried deep in his ass. Lucio was sexually submissive by the simplest definitions, but he had a hold on Ansel that the older man couldn't deny. He didn't mind in the slightest.<br/><br/>He folded the bloody shirt and set it on the floor, not wanting to accidentally stain Lucio's bed sheets with any drops of blood that may have still been moist. Lucio's eyes bore into him as he cleaned Ansel's hand and inquired about where the blood came from, although it was perhaps more of a polite accusation than a question. Ansel nodded quietly and said nothing for a few long seconds as Lucio rubbed hydrogen peroxide over his wounds.<br/><br/>"I tried to call you so many times," Ansel finally admitted, his voice heavy as he watched Lucio. "I tried and for some reason, I couldn't do it. I suppose I was worried that you didn't truly want me to contact you. But when you didn't show up in my class today, I couldn't help but worry. I didn't know whether you had gone to your other classes or if you were purposefully avoiding mine, so I went to Buckley as his class was the only other one I was sure you were taking.<br/><br/>"I did not go there with the intention of beating him, truly. But when I inquired about you, he had this smug, disgusting look on his face that set my nerves on fire. He looked like he was proud of what he had done to you, gloating, even. He said that you hadn't shown up for his class and insinuated that you were earning your grade some other way. When I asked him to elaborate, he said you were nothing more than a dumb whore." The professor sighed, realizing now how trivial his reasoning seemed. Although he hadn't intended to hurt Buckley, it was apparent that Ansel had been looking for any reason possible and jumped at the slightest provocation.<br/><br/>"As you can see, I lost my temper. I don't think I broke anything, but his face was bloody and swollen. Might have a few bruised ribs. I told him to say he'd been mugged, otherwise I'd out him to the university."<br/><br/>He looked up now, eyes sparkling, a charming grin on his face as he playfully leaned toward Lucio. "You're not mad at me, are you, baby?"