Max was unsure how much time he had actually laid there staring at the ceiling but he was lost in thought.  Not that he slept well anyways, in fact had not slept well in years.  His dreams were still plagued with nightmares and the only way to keep them at bay was to stay awake.<br/><br/>Max was just in his lounge pants and no shirt and walked down the hall to where Rimion was sleeping.  He found himself walking into Rimion’s room and sitting on the corner of the man’s bed.  What was it about this man that made Max start going against everything he had done in his life to protect himself?   Max was allowing this man to enter his home, mind, and if he was not careful someday he might find his way into his heart.  Max never let anyone in there and Max was not planning on letting it happen either.  Max enjoyed Rimion’s company and the way they bantered with each other he loved it, that’s why he was allowing the man to use his name.  To give different levels of power.<br/><br/>Max was unsure how long he had sat at the end of Rimion’s bed, but it was like a sense of peace and calm even if only for a moment.  Max was just lost in his thoughts and was wondering if he was going to be able to be beat again.  Max remembered when it brought him a sense of calm and peace and he loved the fact that he was receiving attention.  Even though in the beginning it was the wrong attention, but it had happened so much it was all he craved.<br/><br/>What changed everything for him was when his last master almost killed him.  He had always been willing to do so many things, but when his last master left him to die that was it.  He had promised himself from that point forward no one would ever hurt him again and from that day forward he took it upon himself to beat as many of his ex masters he could find.  Then after he did that he moved on to willing slaves and just beat them for fun.<br/><br/>There was something about Rimion that made all of that a thing of the past.  He was actually one who found pleasure in the pain, even begged for more.  Then now he wants to share the lifestyle together, giving each other pain and pleasure and Max had never thought about that before until now.  Max was afraid, not that he would admit it to anyone, but he was afraid of letting himself out there.  Max sat on the bed admiring the sleeping man for a little while longer and then made his way back to his own room lying in bed finally finding his sleep.