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their unit had been reluctant to socialize with him or Ben when they suspected their preferences weren‟t restricted to women. However, most of their fellow marines had determined that trial by fire more than earned them the right to be treated as equals.
    Ben‟s hands were warm where they clutched Vance‟s hips, holding him close against the thick erection confined by his khaki trousers. Vance‟s own hard-on had reached full strength, even without the application of the whip. That same arousal, however, stilled yet again when Ben‟s hands moved to his back and slid across the first of a dozen or so scars that crisscrossed Vance‟s skin.
    Ben pulled free, moving to better view the damage done to Vance‟s back. “Christ,”
    he hissed, his fingers carefully tracing the raised scars. “What the fuck did you get yourself into, soldier?”
    “There was a bit of a problem on my last mission…” The amusement in Vance‟s voice was evident though Ben was sure he tried to suppress it.
    “Problem, my ass.” Ben came around to face his friend. “Cluster fuck is more like it. There‟s no way I‟m taking the whip…” he started, imagining the pain Vance had endured.
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    “No.” The firm resolve in Vance‟s voice had Ben meeting his gaze. “Either you do it, or I get Halsey to send someone up here.”
    “The chances of opening these wounds up—”
    Again, Vance interrupted him. “Are slim. Besides, you never strike higher than the base of my spine or lower than midthigh.”
    “Still—” Ben started.
    “It‟s either you or someone else.”
    He suspected Vance was bluffing, but he couldn‟t be sure. He knew the younger man needed someone he could trust, someone who understood the roiling emotions that he needed to control. Downstairs there were unattached Dommes and Doms who could provide Vance with punishment, but the concern for his mind wouldn‟t necessarily be a priority to them. Vance‟s trust in his own control was at stake. Allowing a stranger, someone unconcerned with the emotions bombarding Vance, had Ben swallowing the rest of his argument.
    “Nothing too extreme tonight, Vance.”
    “Take me to my place, Ben.”
    The plea in his friend‟s voice had the hair rising on the back of Ben‟s neck. “Vance, your back isn‟t in any condition to take on that kind of treatment.”
    “Just once.” Vance held his gaze. The pain in his blue-green eyes was visible, even if it was firmly repressed. “I need this one more than any other time, Ben.”
    “Why?”
    Vance remained silent, his gaze steady.
    Ben struggled against the urge to demand Vance explain himself. He had watched him deal with the loss of his parents and his anger at seeing a child maimed by a rebel extremist during their last mission overseas together. Each time he had provided the punishment Vance needed to harness the fury inside of him, but something about him this time unnerved Ben. “You need to tell me, V. Why this? Why now?”
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    Vance shook his head. His gaze was shuttered. “After. Take me to my place, and I‟ll explain it to you after.”
    The utter resignation in his voice swayed Ben. Despite his reservations, he agreed.
    “Okay, but just once.” Ben moved to the bed and collected the coiled whip.
    In the mirror, he could see Vance twist in his bonds to watch him cross the short space. The instant Ben caught sight of the smaller device, he suspected his love had something different in mind than their usual session. Keeping his mind focused on what he would need to do over the next few hours, his hand flexed around the supple woven handle of the shortened bullwhip.
    “How long this time?” Ben asked, returning to take his place behind his friend—
    within striking distance.
    “Until I say stop.”
    “Same safe word? Evac?”
    Vance shook his head. “No. Make it „Aimee‟ this time.”
    Ben fell silent. Something was definitely wrong, but he knew Vance. No