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Anakinn sits in the dark corner of the bar. He sips his whiskey, and taps his finger on his leg along with the music. His eyes gaze over to Porsche who is sitting across the overly crowded room. Little does the younger know, he belongs to Kinn.

His future husband whose parents signed a contract when he was 18 to marry Anakinn Theerapanyakul. Now, at the age of 24. Porsche is unknowingly ready to fulfil his duty. Anakinn watches as his soon to be fiancé laughs and guzzles down drink after drink.

Anakinn licks his lips with lust when the boy tilts his head back, exposing the flesh he badly wants to sink his teeth into. "Mine" he says to himself. Everything is fine, until a random man walks up to Porsche and whispers into his ear.

Anakinn nods at his guards and motions to them. They nod back and make their way to their table. One grabs the man by his arm and digs a gun into his side as he whispers threats, no promises into his ear. The man retracts and quickly walks out of the bar.

Porsche sits there, puzzled as to what just happened. With a shrug of his shoulders, he continues to drink as if what just took place wasn't a big deal. Did he know about him? Did he know he belonged to someone already? Porsche stands up and heads towards the exit to smoke a cig
Before he could reach the door, Anakinn already made his way through the crowd and pressed him against the wall. Porsche looks into the eyes of the monster in tailor clothes.

"Let me go, you sick fuck." Porsche growls.

"That's not the way to talk to your fiancé." he grins.

"Fiancé my ass. I'm single, no one has proposed to me."

"Not yet, but I will be as per our contract your lovely parents signed." Porsche looks at him with disgust in his eyes.

"So, it's you. You must be the asshole who bought me like some fucking merchandise."

"Indeed, that's me." Anakinn nuzzles his neck and lets out a hot breath over Porsche's ear lobe.

"I'm not property. You don't own me, I never agreed to any of this."

"Oh, but I do. If you try to run, I will find you. I'll always find you little mouse."

Porsche raises his hand to slap his face, but Anakinn catches it midair.

"Doll face, don't try to do that again." Kinn's fingers borough into Porsche's hips as he pulls him closer. He rolls his thumb across his lips and gets inches away from his face.

"I don't owe you shit" Porsche protests.

"You come home with me tonight, doll face. It's time... I waited long enough. I let you finish school, take care of your younger brother who is about to graduate next week. I even let you be a whore and fuck other people."

"A whore? What they fuck is that supposed to mean! Have you had people watching me you sick asshole." Porsche struggles against Anakinn's strength but to no avail. This man is unbelievably strong and Porsche is actually intimidated for once but he doesn't show it.

"Yes, a whore. You always slept with men and women. Especially in college. You're so easy." he snarls.

"Fuck off! If your men did a good enough job, you'd know that I never slept with any of them you dick." he spits in Anakinn's face and his eyes are red from rage.

"Hmm, never slept with anyone? And why would I believe that."

"I don't give a shit if you believe me or not. I have never slept with anyone. I left with those men and women because I helped them around their homes. It was my side business to make extra cash for college."

"Interesting... So, that means you're a"

"Yes, I'm a virgin. You have a problem with that?" Porsche yells. "Now, let me go!" Anakinn smirks and brushes his hand above the fabric where his cock is. Porsche is slightly hard, and hates that his body is reacting the way it is.

Porsche bites his lip, resisting the urge to let out a moan. He stops resisting and gives into him. He just wants him to stop. Anakinn cages him with his muscular body, looking into the younger’s eyes.

"It's so much better when you fight back."

"Is that what you want? You want me to resist and fight you?" How about I slap the shit out of you and shove my virgin cock down your throat so you can shut the fuck up then?" Porsche snaps at him.

“As tempting as that sounds. It will be I who shoves my cock down yours.”

Anakinn pushes up the sleeves on his jacket, revealing tattoos. Looks like a dragon of some sort. His milky white skin with the vibrant colors that covered his skin makes Porsche’s mouth dry. He gulps as he elder wraps his hand around his throat.

“You will be the perfect fuck toy for me. I’m not looking for love, nor do I care about you really. I’m also doing this out of obligation. You will listen to me and make this process go as smooth as possible.” Kinn lets him go and pulls him by his upper arm. “Let’s go.”

Porsche looks back at his friends who watched the whole thing go down. They sit there, frightened as the bodyguards stand in front of them waving their guns around so nonchalantly. The crowd goes quiet as they all make their exit. You can hear a pin drop in the once rowdy place.

Anakinn pushes Porsche into his Maserati. His face forms a crooked smile and it sends shivers down his spine. “When we get to my place. You will go into our bedroom, strip your clothes and give yourself to me.” Kinn demands.

“I won’t give you anything. If you’re so horny. Then, you can go and fuck yourself.” Porsche retorts. He straightens his legs in the back of the car and crosses his arms. Anakinn grins and Porsche can feel how much the asshole is getting off on pissing him off.

“No need, I’ll just call one of my other toys and make you watch us then.” The venom spewing out of Anakinn’s mouth feels like acid on Porsche’s skin.

“Go right ahead.” He answers. “Such a disgusting asshole.” He murmurs to himself. The elder grits his jaw and punches his seat

“Don’t you ever call me a disgusting asshole again, you understand? Next time, it won’t be the seat I hit with my fist.” Porsche smirks, loving how he got a rise out of the kingpin.

“Do it, punch me. You think I’m scared of you? I’ll hit you back just as fucking hard.”

“Oh, you’re a spit fire, aren’t you? Maybe this won’t be as boring as I thought it would be.” Anakinn laughs. “How I’m going to enjoy shutting up that foul little mouth of yours. I’m going to fuck it so hard that your jaw is going to break.”

“I don’t believe such a tiny specimen can make my jaw break. But, keep dreaming.” Porsche says as he looks down at the elder’s dick.

They arrive at the mansion and Porsche’s stomach feels sick. “Welcome to your forever home, doll face. Now, let’s get my other toy here so you can see what all you have in store for you when I finally sink my cock inside that virgin ass of yours.”

-TBC-

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Porsche heads inside the foreign home. He looks around at the ridiculously expensive décor. Anakinn is right behind him practically breathing down his neck. “Hurry up and quit dragging ass.” He pushes Porsche and the younger snarls at him.

They arrive inside of Anakinn’s room and Porsche glances around. He puts down his things and stands there awkwardly for a moment. “Make yourself comfortable, doll face.” The devil in the tailored suit says.

Porsche slowly sits down on the couch that faces his bed. “May I have a drink?”

Anakinn looks over to his future fiancé. He shrugs his shoulders and goes behind the bar. “I have whiskey, take it or leave it.”

“I’ll take it.” Anything to get the edge off. He pours the younger a drink and walks it over to him. Porsche grabs it and tilts the glass to his lips. “So, what now?”

Anakinn’s lips curl, his smile so wicked. “Time for the show, of course.” A sudden knock at the door makes Porsche turn. In walks a gorgeous and slim man. His milk white skin looks like it was meant to be poured into a glass and guzzled down.

“This is Edin. My favorite escort. He knows his way around my cock. I figured I can bring him in to show you a few things.”

“Hi…” Edin waves awkwardly at Porsche. “Anakinn, you didn’t tell me we’d have company.” He whispers.

“This isn’t just any company, sweetheart. This is Porsche, my future husband. He is here to see how good I can fuck.” Porsche bit his lip to stop it from trembling. Anakinn’s face contorted into something so sinister.

The devil walked towards Porsche, inching his digits down his arm. It almost felt like his long fingers were fire, torching his skin. He looked at Porsche like he wanted to take his lip between his teeth as he gazed down to his mouth.

“Sit down like a pliant little bitch and take mental notes. Are you able to do that, doll face?” Porsche cleared his throat, ignoring his last statement. Anakinn made his way back to Edin, not taking his eyes off his fiancé. His eyes flickered with desire as he glided his digits down that smooth skin. Porsche crosses his legs, one over the other. He makes himself comfortable and doesn’t let this man crawl under his skin.

He has always had one of the best poker faces one could ever have. Anakinn applies lube to those long fingers of his and shoves them inside of poor Edin’s ass. Porsche tenses up a bit, knowing that it had to hurt. It doesn’t seem like Anakinn cares. The look on his face as he drives his digits ruthlessly in and out of the younger tells him that he’s only chasing his own pleasure and doesn’t give a fuck about anyone else’s. He slaps Edin’s ass so hard that Porsche swore he saw a tear escape his eyes. This man, he’s not to be fucked with and he knows that. Just from seeing how he “foreplays” is nothing but torture.

Edin prepares himself as Anakinn grabs the back of his head and buries it into the pillow. He lifts his hips up, digging his nails into the younger’s skin. “Porsche, don’t take your eyes off of this. You’re going to enjoy it.” Porsche rolls his eyes but does as he’s told. Kinn sweeps his tongue across his own lips and bites down on his bottom lip. He tears open a condom and applies it.

“At least you’re all about safe sex. Good for you, Anakinn.” Porsche says with a smirk. Anakinn shoots him a glare but focuses back on the toy in front of him. He pushes all 12 inches of him inside Edin, not taking his time at all. The boy winces and shuts his eyes closed. He grips onto the sheets for dear life and Anakinn rams in and out of him. Porsche sits up straight, concerned about the dainty man. He nearly jumps out of his seat when he saw how contorted his face looked. He knows he’s in pain, but he knows that he fears Anakinn and would rather let him have his way than be killed.

Porsche grits his teeth, he feels trickles of heat spread throughout his body. “Are you done? I’m bored and not entertained. I also don’t think I’m learning a damn thing.” He says calmly, masking his anger. Anakinn stops, looking over to Porsche as he remains inside Edin who looks relieved.

“What the fuck did you just say, you fucking brat?” Anakinn growls.

“Are you deaf? I said, I’m bored and not entertained. I also said I’m not learning a damn thing. Oh, and I asked if you are done. Did I stutter?”

Anakinn shoves Edin off his cock. “Get dressed and get the fuck out.” He says through his teeth to the escort, not breaking eye contact with Porsche. Edin quickly gets up, gathers his things and runs out with only a robe on. The elder glides the pad of his thumb over his lips and slowly gets off the bed.

“Would you rather learn the real way, then?” Anakinn inches closer to Porsche until he is backed up into a wall. “I will entertain you all… fucking… night until your ass is raw if that’s what you want.”

“Why are you such a fucking monster?” Porsche says to his face.

“I never denied that I’m not a monster.” He grips his soon to be fiancé’s jaw so hard that the younger let’s out a grunt. “I will haunt your dreams, turn them all into nightmares. I will be everything you ever feared, everything you’ve ever wanted to run from.”

“So, you enjoy getting off on making others peoples lives as miserable as yours?” Porsche spits back.

“My life, my world… It’s nothing but miserable, doll face. I’m rich, handsome, and powerful.” He grins.

“Want to know one truth about a liar?” Porsche whispers in Anakinn’s ear.

“Enlighten me…”

“They always lie…” Porsche grins back. “You may be rich, hot as hell, and powerful. But, it doesn’t mean that you’re not a lonely and miserable bastard.”

Anakinn grips Porsche by the throat and lifts him up off the ground against the wall. He feels his breath quickly leave his lungs and it’s getting hard to refill them. He kicks his legs, but the elder’s strength over powers him. Suddenly, he feels his head get light and his vision starts to turn black. The devil smirks and releases him, causing a loud thud throughout the house. Porsche lands hard on the floor, gasping for air as he holds his hand to his jugular.

“You… you asshole!” Porsche yells.

“You keep fighting against the current, Porsche. If you would just follow my orders and be a good fucking toy then maybe I wouldn’t be so…”

“Mean? Abusive?” Porsche cuts him off.

“That was being generous, doll face. I’d hate to leave bruises on that pretty little face of yours.” He says in a cold tone as he kneels down and caresses the youngers face. Porsche swats his hand away. His hands are shaking and he feels the adrenaline rushing throughout his body. With a curled fist, he punches a hole in the wall imagining Anakinn’s face.

“Now why would you go do that for? You’re ruining my home you know.” The elder laughs. He stands back up and looks down at his cock. “Ugh, I forgot to take this off.” He pulls off the condom and throws it on the floor right in front of Porsche. “Since you don’t want to fuck, then make yourself useful and throw that away for me, will you?”

Porsche glares at him letting out a loud “fuck you.”

“Oh darling, you’d like for me to fuck you.”

“No, not after what I saw. I won’t ever let you touch me!”

“We will see about that. Sooner or later, you’ll be begging me to touch you. Now, get your pretty ass up and go take a shower with me. It’s almost time for bed and you’re working my last nerve.” He yanks Porsche up off the floor by his upper arm and forces him towards the bathroom. He pins Porsche against the sink and rips his shirt off.

“I can undress my damn self, you dick.” He pushes Anakinn making the elder stumble backwards. He bites his lower lip, almost as if the defiance turned him on. Porsche can see his cock growing hard again but adverts his eyes. He unbuttons his pants and slides them down.

“Your briefs, off now.” Anakinn demands.

“I’ll take them off when I’m good and ready to.”

Anakinn smirks and exits the bathroom. He quickly returns with his hand behind his back and stands right in front of Porsche. He pulls out a switchblade knife and ejects it. He waves it in front of Porsche’s face and glides it down his abs. The younger flinches a bit from the cold metal touching his skin. The fear he feels inside is wanting to jump out. What the actual fuck was this psycho doing? But, he’s Porsche Pachara Kittisawat. He shows no fear and lets no asshole get to him.

“What are you going to do with the knife? Kill me?”

“And why would I do that, doll face?”

“Because you’re sick and twisted. You’d probably fuck my corpse while it’s still warm before getting rid of my body.”

“As tempting as that sounds. I can’t kill you. Your family and mine have an agreement. But, they never said that I can’t play dirty with you.” He swiftly cuts the briefs off Porsche; the blade grazes his golden skin causing small drops of blood to run down his thigh. With his finger, Anakinn wipes up the blood and smears it across his lips. “Mmm, you taste delicious.”

“Psycho” Porsche mumbles.

“I’m your psycho now. So, get use to it little mouse.” Anakinn steps into the huge shower and with crooked fingers he motions for Porsche to join him. Reluctantly, he makes his way into the shower to join the psycho. He stays on the opposite end of the over sized stall. Thankfully, it has two shower heads on the opposite ends. It’s probably where he lets his escorts bathe after he’s done with them.

“I should throw bleach and holy water all over this shower. I can’t imagine the shit you’ve done in here.”

“Why do you care? Jealous, doll face?” Anakinn grins.

“Not the fucking slightest. But, I can’t stand the thought of walking on all the filth you’ve done in here and anywhere else in your house.”

“Our house you mean… You belong to me now and you’ll never leave me.”

“Yeah, so I’ve been told.” Porsche goes to grab some body soap and notices that it’s his favorite brand. He opens it and inhales the scent. It reminds him of Chay. Him and his younger brother love that brand. The scent of the lavender dances in his nose and it reminds him of home. He smiles as he looks at the bottle. Anakinn notices the curled lips on his future fiancé’s face and something weird happens. For a split second, his cold heart felt like if a match tried to light up but was quickly blown back out.

“Hurry the fuck up and get your ass back into bed.” He walks out the stall, grabs a towel and leaves the bathroom.

“What the fuck was that about?” Porsche whispers to himself. He finishes up and walks out of the bathroom. He has a towel draped around his waist and he can’t help but to feel the devil’s eyes burn through his skin. Anakinn licks his lips with desire as the towel hugs the youngers lithe waist. He wants to break him, make him cry just so he can see those tears fall down his pretty face. He wants to fuck him so good and hard that he ruins him for anyone else.

Porsche drops the towel and why the hell not, the idiot saw him naked anyways. He slides on his sweat pants, not bothering to put on underwear. He usually sleeps in the nude but he’d be damned if he sleeps naked next to that monster. He makes his way to the bed in nothing but his thin sweats. He lays down on the edge, as far away from Anakinn as possible. He turns away from the site for sore eyes and shuts his eyes. He feels a bit nervous, because if he’s being honest with himself. Anakinn is far from a site for sore eyes. He’s handsome, too handsome. His arms are buff, his abs go on for days, his dark eyes feel like they pierce through his soul every time he looks at him. But, he’s such a damn asshole.

“If you don’t get next to me in the next 3 seconds I will make you sleep on the floor outside with my dogs.” Anakinn warns.

Porsche rolls over and chuckles. “Oh, thank fuck. I’d rather sleep outside with them than in here with you.” He gets up off the bed snatching a pillow. He grabs the door handle to the bedroom and pulls it open. From his peripheral vision, he sees a figure standing next to him. He feels an arm snake around his waist and pull him back.

“Anakinn, let me go!” he yells. He picks up the younger and drags him back to the bed. He throws him down forcefully and hovers over his body, pressing his knee between Porsche’s thighs.

“If you want me to treat you like a dog, I will.” He growls. “Now be a good fucking pet and lay the fuck down next to me.” The tight grip on Porsche’s face are sure to leave a bruise. He slaps Anakinn’s hand away as tears escape his eyes from anger.

“That’s it, doll face. Cry for me.” Anakinn licks up the tear and smirks. “Mmm, I love the taste of fear.”

“I don’t fear you, Kinn. I’m fucking angry. Get off of me.”

“You address me correctly! No one calls me Kinn, ever! You don’t deserve to call me that. The only person who can was my mother and she’s dead!” He yells. He forces Porsche to turn his head to the side. He kisses the youngers neck aggressively, sucking harsh bruises into his skin. He runs his hands all over his body, gripping his ass so hard that he leaves prints of his fingertips behind.

“Anakinn, stop!” Porsche begs. The elder starts to pull down his sweats and Porsche starts to actually feel fear. He spits into his hand and reaches down and grips Porsche’s cock and starts to stroke it as he continues to maul the youngers neck. He leaves trails of hickies and bite marks all over him. Porsche struggles beneath him. He is disgusted on how his body is reacting. Naturally, his dick gets harder and harder in Anakinn’s grasp. His body tells him he wants it but his mind and heart scream no. With all of his strength, he pushes Anakinn off of him and jumps off the bed pulling back up his sweatpants.

“You will never touch me again, you hear me!” he cries as he punches the devil in his face. Anakinn holds his jaw, panting as the adrenaline wears off. Porsche storms out the room not bothering to look back.

“Porsche! Get back over here, now!” His future fiancé doesn’t respond. Anakinn continues to sit on the floor fuming with anger. Not towards the younger. But at himself. He lost control of his emotions, something he doesn’t do. A single tear escapes his eyes. The last time he wept over someone was when his mother passed away. Why the fuck did this man make him lose all of his self-control? He runs out the room, following Porsche. He manages to catch up to him and yanks him by the arm. “Porsche, get back in the room, now.”

“No… and I said not to touch me, asshole!” He grips Anakinn’s hand, weaving his fingers between his so he can release his hold on him. With a trembling voice he says “You know that I… I’ve never slept with anyone. No one has ever touched me. No one has ever even kissed me at that. Then you put your disgusting fucking hands all over me like that and… and nearly raped me? You’re sick in the fucking head!” He screams as he digs his index finger into the elders forehead. “I’ll kill you, Anakinn!”

Anakinn can see the hurt, anger and fear in his eyes. He sees the pain fall down to the floor with each tear that crashes down. He takes a deep breath and releases. “Submission shall set you free, Porsche.”

“Submission? I’ll never submit to you! I’ll never let you fuck me the way you did Edin back there. That wasn’t sex, that was hell! You put that man through hell with every fucking touch. Your fingers, they feel like knives carving into my skin whenever you touch me. I can’t do this. I don’t even know how you would even benefit from marrying me. I’m nothing, I’m nobody, and I come from rags. So why the fuck am I even here? Answer me, Anakinn!”

The elder grits his teeth as his patience is running its course. “You’re right, you’re nothing. But, you are somebody and don’t come from rags. You, Porsche are one of the rightful heirs to the biggest underground societies. Your parents hid everything from you. They lived normal lives, waiting for you to turn of age to take your rightful place. You and I, we come from powerful families. They chose us to wed so we can join forces and strengthen our blood line and I’ll be damned if I let a fucking brat like you ruin it.”

“What? I’m not an heir to anything! What the fuck are you talking about? I… I’m just a normal guy with a normal life!” Porsche yells.

“And why the fuck do you think you have been living a normal life, hmm? It was because of me and my family! We have been watching over you for years making sure your ass doesn’t get killed. That was part of the agreement. We protect you so you can live a quiet life and in return you marry me. So, I suggest you get the fuck over it and be pliant.”

Anakinn calls the guards and they surround Porsche. The younger backs into the corner as the men in suits go to grab him. “Take him back to my room and cuff him.” Anakinn walks down the hallway towards his suite. Then he hears a loud smack. He turns around and sees Porsche beating down his guards. Anakinn’s eyes widen as he sees his fiancé fight like he’s never seen before. The way his hands moved, the way he kicked his legs, the way he dodged blows to his face and swung back connecting every single one of his punches to the guards’ bodies.

More guards swarm Porsche but he doesn’t let up. It’s almost like he’s watching the younger dance gracefully. The music are the screams and grunts and Porsche is the main show. Anakinn’s lips curl in a sinister smile. “My doll face can fucking fight. Seems like this will be so much better than I thought it would be.” He slowly walks over to the chaos. He snatches Porsche by his arm, twisting it behind his back.

“Let me go, mother fucker!” Porsche growls as he pants trying to catch his breath.

“My little mouse sure knows how to take care of himself. Tell me, why did you keep this hidden talent from me?”

“It isn’t your concern.” He tries to get out of the devil’s grip but with each movement, the pain only got worse.

“Oh, this is going to be so much fun.” With that, Anakinn walks Porsche back over to his room. He’s worn out, too tired to fight him. Anakinn throws him onto the bed and nuzzles his nose into his neck. He sees the sweat drop down the side of his temple and licks it off. “Remember what I said, doll face. Submission shall set you free. You submit to me, and shit will go a lot smoother for you.” He raises Porsche’s arms over his head as he plants a soft kiss to his forehead.

“I’ll always fight against the current. I’ll never be what you want me to be.” Porsche mumbles as he feels his eyes start to shut from exhaustion. He feels cold metal enclosing around his wrist and realizes Anakinn is cuffing him to the bed. He lazily fights it, but is too worn out and has no energy left.

“Even the best swimmers get tired when the current is too strong. You’ll bow down to my fucking feet and kiss them soon enough.” He whispers into Porsche’s ear. He runs a hand down his stomach, stopping right above his cock. The younger slightly flinches as he starts falling into a deep sleep.

“And this, will be mine soon.” He cups his ass hard with a smirk. “I’ll break you, make you my little puppet… I’ll fucking consume you and steal your soul. Good night, doll face.”

-TBC-

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Porsche is awakened by the sun intruding onto his face. The bastard purposely left the curtains wide open to make sure he woke up he’s guessing. He goes to sit up but is quickly reminded that he is cuffed to the bed. He grunts with anger and tries to break free but to no avail. With each tug he did, the metal dug deeper and deeper into his wrist. He lays there, feeling defeated as he stares at outside the window. His freedom, it’s right there. Right in front of his face yet it is so far. Is this a cruel joke Anakinn was playing on him? If so, it isn’t funny.

He calls out to anyone hoping for a body to walk through the door. His bladder is about to burst. He hits the metal against the frame in hopes someone would hear him. Another 10 minutes pass and nothing. He lays there with his hand over his head staring at the ceiling. He isn’t about to piss himself so he decides to do the oldest trick in the book that he learned as a child. He sits up and take a deep breath. He stares down at his wrist and gives himself a motivational speech.

“You got this, Porsche. You’ve done this so many fucking times. It’s just been a while, that’s all… You can do this.” He grips onto his hand and counts to ten slowly. Once to ten, he shuts his eyes, bites down on the bed sheet and dislocates his thumb. He bites down harder as one single tear escapes his eye. He is able to slip his hand out now that his thumb is dangling. He feels so much pain shoot down his arm but he manages to get his hand free. He stands up and practically runs to the toilet and reliefs himself. He can feel his whole hand throb and he knows what he has to do next. He has to put it back into place.

Before he does that, he washes his hands carefully and dries them. He stares at it, preparing to feel the pain all over again. With another count to ten, he puts it back into place. He winces, letting out a small grunt so that no one will hear him. He rushes over to his suit case that has yet to be unpacked and throws on some clothes and his shoes. He walks towards the balcony and takes a look around outside. He notices that there’s only two guards in the front and they make their rounds like clockwork. For just 1 minute, they both make their way to the side of the house leaving the front unguarded. He sees that as his opportunity to make a run for it.

He waits until they start making their way to the side of the house and he quickly shimmies down the drain pipe. The adrenaline has his hands shaking and his palms are so sweaty that he starts to lose his grip and slips down quickly, causing him to land hard on his ankle spraining it. Fuck, this is the last thing he needed. He tries his hardest to walk as fast as he can. With each step he takes he feels the sharp pain shoot up his leg. He quickly looks down and he can see his ankle swelling up. Finally, he makes it to the gate and pushes it open. He glances back and thankfully no guards in site yet. He knows that he has seconds to get the fuck out of there.

He runs down the road, ignoring the throbbing pain in his ankle. He spots a taxi and waves it down. He jumps in the back seat and screams at the driver to go. The car starts to move when suddenly, it’s cut off by a black Maserati. The driver slams on the brakes, cursing at the idiot in front of him.

“Please, just go. Put the car back on drive and go around him.” Porsche begs. He recognizes the car and knows it’s the devil himself.

“I’m not leaving until this asshole apologizes!” the driver yells.

Porsche kicks the back of the seat, causing the driver to jerk forward.

“Get out of my car!” he demands. Porsche’s face is full of fear. He knows that this isn’t going to end well for him when Anakinn makes him go back into that house. With tears in his eyes, he slowly opens the door and is met with Anakinn’s eyes on him.

“Oh, hey there doll face. Going somewhere without me?” he smirks. The look on his face is so wicked that he can feel his skin crawling.

“I was just… No. I wasn’t leaving.” Porsche stutters.

“Good, because for a second there I thought you were escaping from me.” Anakinn walks up to Porsche and cups his face tightly with his hand. “I thought I told you before? No matter where you run, I will find you. I’m the cat in this game my little mouse.” He grabs Porsche by the arm and forces him into his car.

“Hey, asshole! You nearly hit my car!!! Get back over here before I beat your ass.” The taxi driver yells.

“I doubt you’ll be able to beat my ass. You can try though.” Anakinn retorts.

“I’ll do more than beat your ass. I’ll fucking kill you!” With that, Anakinn turns around as he pulls out his gun and puts a bullet right in the driver’s skull.

“Clean this up.” Anakinn orders his guards.

“Yes, Khun Anakinn.”

Porsche watches as the guards quickly grab the body and throw it in the back of their trunk. One of the men hop into the taxi and takes off in it. He realizes how much they’ve probably done this before and the thought of it makes Porsche sick to his stomach. Anakinn casually sits back down in his car. He stares at Porsche with those hollow eyes as an eerie smile plasters his face.

“So, you missed me so much that you tried to leave to find me?” The elder laughs.

“Miss you? Now, why would I go and do something so foolish like miss someone like you.”

Anakinn puts his gun back into his holster while continuing to stare at the younger. “I guess you were trying to escape then.” He lunges forward and wraps his hand around Porsche’s wind pipe. The younger gasps for air as he feels his head start to feel lighter and lighter.

“Anakinn, let… let me go.” He manages to say.

“Break the rules, and you get a punishment.”

Porsche becomes desperate as his body starts to feel heavy. He knows he’s about to pass out soon but he doesn’t want to let the asshole win. With his good leg, he is able to kick Anakinn off of him. The elder goes flying back into his seat and Porsche coughs as he catches his breath. With anger flooding through his body, he jumps on top of Anakinn and wraps both of his hands around his neck. The elder thrashes his body beneath him, trying to get out of Porsche’s relentless grip.

“You fucking asshole! I hate you. I hate you, Anakinn!” Porsche cries.

“Go… good. You.. you should hate me.” Anakinn says between strained sounds. The car stops and the guards open the back door and drag Porsche off of Anakinn. They restrain him with rope and drag him back up to the room. Porsche kicks his legs and tries to get out of the restraints but to no avail. Tears of anger soak his cheeks as he sits down on the ground, staring at the walls of his prison. Soon after, Anakinn walks into the room with a huge smile on his face. One that Porsche has never seen before.

“Doll face, you are truly something special. No one, and I mean no one has ever been able to put their hands on me like that.” He says as he walks closer to Porsche. “You did a number on my neck.” He lifts his chin, showing the bruises he left.

“Good, you fucking deserved that!” Porsche yells.

“How soon you forget, little mouse. You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.”

“Obviously, because the only stupid game I played was coming to your fucked up house. I’m guessing that makes you my stupid prize.” Porsche retorts.

“This is going to be fun.” Anakinn slowly takes off his belt as he stands in front of Porsche. He lift his chin up with his fingers and smirks.

“I’m going to make that pretty little mouth of your shut the fuck up.” With one hand, he unbuttons his trousers and unzips his pants. With the other, he grips the back of Porsche’s hair so hard that he feels like his hair is going to rip off.

“Anakinn, stop!!! Let me go.” Porsche tries shaking his head to get out of his grip but all attempts fail. Anakinn licks his lips as he pries Porsche’s jaw open with his fingers.

“Bite me, and you die. Now, leave that mouth of yours open and maybe I won’t be so rough on you.” Anakinn strokes his cock and rubs the tip of it on Porsche’s lips. The younger shuts his eyes and slowly opens his mouth. Before Anakinn goes any further, he pulls out his gun and presses it against Porsche’s skull. “Just in case you get any ideas. I’ll blow your fucking brains out.”

Porsche laughs as he looks up at Anakinn.

“You won’t kill me. You need me more than I need you. Kill me, and the deal between our families is off. You won’t get to control the Underground Society or whatever the fuck it’s called like you want to. Without me, you and your family are nothing but low class maf….”

Porsche’s words are cut off. Anakinn rams his cock into the youngers mouth until he feels the tip hit the back of his throat. He thrust in and out of him relentlessly, sure to leave bruises down this throat. Porsche can feel the air escaping his lungs and tears fall down his face. Anakinn hasn’t let him breathe since he started fucking his mouth. He drags his cock all the way out only to slam it roughly back in. Porsche tries pushing his away only for Anakinn to dig the gun deeper into his skull. Porsche stops fighting and just lets the elder take his mouth. He feels so used and disgusted. But for some reason, his own cock starts twitching in response and without realizing it. His hand is rubbing against his clothes dick seeking friction.

Anakinn looks down at Porsche with a sly smirk.

“You filthy whore. You’re enjoying this aren’t you, doll face? You love when I make you choke on my big cock. For a virgin, you sure are good at taking dick in your mouth. You were fucking made for this shit.” Anakinn throws his head back as he punishes Porsche’s throat. The hot heat around his cock and the slickness of Porsche’s tongue makes his legs shake. “Fuck, you’re so good at this. I’ve had plenty of mouth wrapped around me dick but god damn it, doll face. This is probably the best I’ve ever had.”

Something about that unwanted praise does something to Porsche. It flips a switch inside of him as he desperately wants to make the man he hates the most cum so hard that he forgets all of the other men that have ever taken his cock in their mouths. Porsche is able to get to his knees and he starts bobbing his head, meeting Anakinn’s thrusts. The elder takes out his knife and cute the rope that is securing Porsche’s arms to his side. Once free, Porsche wraps his hands around the 12-inch cock and starts stroking it roughly. He sticks the length back into his mouth, moaning around the hard muscle as slides in and out.

Porsche’s eyes roll to the back of his head as the salty taste of his precum starts to coat his tongue. Porsche is determined to make this man fall to his fucking knees once he’s done with him. He’s watched enough pornos to see what women do when they suck dick. He starts massaging Anakinn’s balls while he sloppily takes every single inch into his mouth.

“Fuck!” Anakinn growls. He feels the heat pooling in his lower belly and the pressure building in his sack. A few thrust later and he bursts into Porsche’s mouth, letting his cum seep down his throat. His legs start to feel like jello and before he knows it, his knees buckle and he’s on the ground, facing Porsche.

Porsche grabs his face with a huge grin. He looks off to the side and spits out Anakinn’s cum onto the ground. “Didn’t I tell you that you weren’t big enough to break my jaw when you fucked my mouth?”

Anakinn slaps his hand away, his eyes looking demonic. “Say some dumb shit and I will fuck your ass next with no remorse.” He stands up and pulls his pants back up. “Get up, we’re leaving.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you, asshole.” Porsche shoots back.

“Doll face, if I have to tell you again it won’t be pretty.”

Porsche rolls his eyes and stands up. He fixes himself and starts walking towards the bathroom.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Anakinn questions.

“To wash your bastard children out of my mouth.”

Anakinn glares at the younger but stays silent for a moment. “I’ll wait for you in the hallway. Hurry the fuck up.”

Soon after Porsche joins Anakinn. They walk downstairs together and get into the car. They drive for about 30 minutes before reaching their destination. The car ride was so silent that you can hear the ghost of all the people Anakinn has killed bitching. Finally, the car stops and Anakinn motions for Porsche to step out of the vehicle with him. Porsche looks at the abandoned building in front of him and then stares at Anakinn.

“I’m not going in there. You are going to kill me! Chop me up into pieces and dump my body in the ocean just like that Dexter dude.”

“Doll face, Dexter is an amateur compared to me. You said it yourself, I need you more than you need me. Now, why would I do something stupid like kill you before I get what I want? I’ll save it for after our marriage. You die, and everything legally belongs to me.” Anakinn grins and starts to walk inside.

“Or, what if you die? What if… One day you someone hold a knife to your throat and slits it open? Then, everything including your family belongs to me future husband of mine.” Porsche retorts. Anakinn glares at him and continues to walk inside.

“Keep up or I’ll leave you behind in the dark. I know you’re afraid of the dark, doll face.”

“How… how did you know that?” Porsche says as he starts to follow him.

“It’s my job to learn about you. Don’t fucking flatter yourself.”

Is it really apart of his job to know Porsche’s fears? Even the smallest details like knowing he’s scared of the dark? Porsche rolls his shoulders and dismisses the slight thought that Anakinn might actually care about him more than he knows. He rolls his eyes and continues to follow the devil in the tailored suite into the dark hallways. What feels like forever and a day, they reach an all black door. Anakinn removes a brick and behind it are these buttons. He punches a code and the door opens. Porsche peeks over Anakinn’s shoulder and sees nothing but pitch black.

He rushes to Anakinn’s side and grips onto his arm. The elder ever so slightly smiles at the 6’0 grown man clinging onto him but quickly puts back on his poker face and guides him through the dark hall. When they reach the end, Anakinn verbally says what sounds like a password.

“Reapers of the night steer clear of the light.” With that, another door opens. Porsche’s eyes widen when he sees an underground home. Not just any home, but a huge home! In front of him is a long stair case with sconces on the walls illuminating what looks like a ballroom. As they descend down the staircase, Porsche notices 4 men standing at the bottom. The men smile widely when they see Porsche.

“It’s great to finally meet you, Kingpin! We’ve waited years for you to finally join us. Names Ankou, the eldest of the Reapers.” He holds out his hand and shakes Porsche’s.

Porsche looks to the other man as he nervously holds his hand out to shake his. “My name is Hel. The youngest of the Reapers.”

Then a deep and eerie voice catches Porsche’s attention. “Name is Cu Sith. The second youngest and the most ruthless Reaper.” He grins as he firmly shakes Porsche’s hand.

“That leaves me! Names Dullahan. The second oldest Reaper.” We are apart of the Underground Society. You, are our Kingpin, the boss, the most powerful one of all. Cronus, is what we call you.” He eagerly says. Porsche stands there, dumfounded. One day he went from being a nobody and the next, he’s apparently the most powerful human being to these people.

“Umm, and what makes me the Kingpin around here?” Porsche questions.

“Simple…” Cu Sith says in a deep and raspy voice. “Your family founded this establishment. They built this underground empire with their bare hands. Follow me.” The group follows Cu Sith to another door. Anakinn puts his hand to the small of Porsche’s back and nods to him for assurance. Cu Sith opens the door and Porsche’s jaw drops as he sees hundreds of men down on one knee, bowing to him. He stands in front of all of them as he awkwardly waves.

“We live for you, and we die for you.” They all chant in unison. Porsche looks back at Anakinn, puzzled as to what the fuck is going on.

“Ankou, tell me what the hell is going on. What all does the Underground Society do???”

“If you follow me, Khun Cronus. We will explain those details.”

“For fucks sake, my name is Porsche! Just Porsche!” Ankou laughs and shakes his head.

“You remind me of your mother when your dad first introduced her to us. Our queen was a spit fire.”

Porsche’s eyebrows furlough at the sound of that. “Our queen? My mom, the queen of all of this?” he says to himself.

They make it into a huge study room. It’s decked out in the most expensive furnishing and art work you could ever imagine. They sit Porsche down at the head of the table and Anakinn takes his seat right besides him.

“So, Khun Cronus. Those men back there are called the Reapers. They are here to protect you and to serve you. You own every single one of their lives. They were born to be loyal to you and be anything you need them to be.” Ankou says.

Dullahan cuts Ankou off. “And as for what we do here. We do all sorts of things. We deal with trades. We deal with firearms, drugs, human organs… You name it, we got it.”

“Please tell me you don’t traffic children…” Porsche says in a angry tone.

“Oh, hell no. We don’t do that, Khun Cronus. We do have women that are sex workers.” Before Cu Sith can finish Porsche shoots them a glare.

“Just a minute now… The sex workers are paid for their jobs. They keep majority of their profit and we only take 15%. Also, they are not kept here against their will. They are free to come and go as they please and have also taken an oath to protect you with their lives. Most choose to stay as the money is great and they are treated like human beings.”

Porsche lets out a breath, thankful that at least they have a choice. “Hear that, Anakinn? The women have a choice on whether they want to stay or leave.” The elder’s eyes narrow and he crosses his arms.

“Sorry, doll face. But, our families have a deal. You marry me, that’s the only choice you have.”

“And what’s stopping me from ordering my men to kill you right now?” Porsche grins.

“They won’t touch me. The rules of the Reapers is that they can’t kill the future spouse unless they try killing their King.”

“Oh, so you didn’t try to kill me when you choked me in the back of your car earlier?” The Reapers all turn towards Anakinn as their lips twitch with anger.

“Did you try killing Khun Cronus?” Cu Sith growls.

“I’m just kidding… Anakinn didn’t try to kill me. If anything, I nearly killed him.” Porsche smirks.

The Reapers laugh and Anakinn sits there, pouting like a child. “It’s time for us to take our leave, Porsche.” He stands up and storms out the room. Porsche can’t help but to feel so powerful inside his underworld. He knows the moment he steps out, he’s in deep shit with Anakinn.

“So, do I give you a number or something to contact me?” Porsche questions.

“No need, Khun Cronus. The Reapers will now start following you. They will protect you no matter what. We assigned four of them to you each day. They will rotate out, making sure your life and Anakinn’s life are safe. He is your future husband, after all.” Porsche rolls his eyes and stands up.

“Guess I will get going.” He walks out and is immediately followed by four men with black hoodies. One of the men’s forearm is exposed and Porsche see’s what looks like a branded Reaper on his skin. That had to had hurt. These men really devoted their lives to someone they have never met? They make it outside and to Anakinn’s vehicle. They open the door for Porsche and he gets in. They shut the door and get into their own vehicle and follow suit.

“Don’t think just because you got a taste of power that you get to embarrass me like that!” Anakinn yells. He grips onto the back of Porsche’s head, taking a fist full of his hair and pulls his head back.

“Your life is mine, doll face. Never forget that.” He licks his lips as he stares at Porsche’s throat. He sucks a harsh bruise onto the blank canvas and Porsche winces from the pain. He tries pushing him off but to no avail. One after another, he leaves mark after mark all over his golden skin. Anakinn shoves one of his hands down Porsche’s pants and grips his ass hard. Porsche whimpers and an embarrassing moan escapes his lips.

“Mmmm, I know you want my cock inside that virgin hole of yours. I will make sure to mark you inside and out.” Anakinn growls. “I should fuck you in the back of my car for escaping out of those cuffs, which by the way I haven’t forgotten about. You will explain to me how you did that later.” He manhandles Porsche and makes him get on all fours on the back seat. Thankfully, it’s roomy enough for 4 large men to maneuver around. He pulls Porsche’s pants down and licks his hot tongue over his hole. Anakinn shoves his tongue inside of him, fucking his muscle until the younger is squirming.

“Kinn… Fuck! St…stop.”

“It’s Anakinn!” He slaps Porsche’s ass so hard an imprint of his hand stains his cheek. The elder spits on his fingers and on Porsche’s ring and shoves 1 of his fingers inside with no warning. The sudden burn and ache make Porsche jump forward but Anakinn pulls him back by his waist.

“Call me Kinn one more time, and I’ll shove more than just my fingers inside of you!” He growls. He fucks into Porsche’s ass hard. The younger moans obscenely in the back of the vehicle. The pressure from just the one finger alone is making his head spin. He doesn’t want this, and his brain is screaming for Anakinn to stop. But, his body is telling him otherwise.

“I want you to cum for me, doll face. Cum for me like the little whore you are.” He adds in a second finger, stretching Porsche out.

“Anakinn, holy shit! I fucking hate you. Aghhhh, I’m going to…”

“That’s it, little whore. Cum for me. You can hate me all you want. Doesn’t mean that you’ll hate the way I fuck you.” With that, Porsche cums all over the seat. His body trembles as he comes down from his sex high. Anakinn chuckles as he slaps his ass one more time. Porsche pulls his pants back up, glaring at the elder as he sits back down.

“Fuck you.” He says.

“Such foul words for someone who was just screaming for me.”

“I swear, I’ll kill you.” Porsche huffs.

“Doll face, as much as you hate to admit it. You need me too.”

-TBC-

Chapter Text

Anakinn and Porsche arrive back at the mansion. Porsche sits in the car as it parks in front of their home.

“Get out, get upstairs, shower and get dressed for dinner.” Anakinn demands.

“Fuck you…” Porsche whispers.

“What was that?”

“I said, fuck you.” The younger says in a louder voice.

Anakinn walks around the car and glares at one of the guards who stood by the door. He reaches his hand inside and grabs Porsche by his arm tightly and drags him out of the vehicle.

“Let me go!!!” Porsche yells as he tries his best to free his arm from his tight grip.

“You’re going to do as I say when I say it. I will not be repeating myself to you.” Anakinn growls.

Porsche follows behind him, his legs trying to keep up with the elder’s pace. “Loosen your grip, you’re hurting my arm!”

“If you would just listen, then maybe I wouldn’t be hurting you. This is your doing, not mine.” With that, Anakinn opens the door to their bedroom and shoves him into the bathroom. “Take off your clothes or I’ll take them off for you.”

“You’re crossing the line, Anakinn. You’re such a damn asshole!”

“I’ll tell you one more time before I…”

“Before you what? Huh? Before you force me out of my clothes? Before you ruin my life even more than what you already have? And for what? Power? Money?” Porsche screams with a shaky voice. His eyes start to water and he does his best to hold back his tears. “I’m sick of this shit. I’m so tired of people running my life as they see fit. You may think I had a perfect life before you came in and made it worse. But, I didn’t!” Porsche rips open his shirt and throws it to the floor. Anakinn looks at the younger, eyes widened. He then takes off his pants and briefs and storms into the shower. He turns the water to the hottest temperature and stands under it.

“Porsche, what the fuck do you think you’re doing!” Anakinn goes to grab Porsche by his arm to take him out from the scolding hot water but he pulls his arm back, unable to bare the pain.

“I had to endure this every other night.” Porsche says as tears start falling down his face. “My father would force me to shower in hot water when he thought I was breaking his rules. He did it to teach me a lesson. Do you really think you’re the only one who had a hard life?” Porsche’s back starts to get extremely red and he starts wincing from the pain.

“Porsche… please get out of the shower.” Anakinn starts to beg.

“I embarrassed you… I broke your rules. Don’t you think it’s what I deserve? You’re perfect fucking doll face… he fucked up and embarrassed his future husband. Will you punish me every single time shit doesn’t go your way just like my father?” At this point, small boils begin to form on his back. Anakinn starts to panic and finds himself begging again.

“Porsche! For fucks sake, get out of the water please! Your back, it’s getting really bad. Please, just get out!”

“I’ll be fine. I’m use to it.” Porsche says with a blank expression. Anakinn’s heart pounds and feels like it’s going to burst out of his chest. He sees Porsche there, but it looks like he’s checked out. He starts to wonder how long he had to go through this in order to block out the pain so well. “You can’t break what’s already broken.” He murmurs. Suddenly, Porsche collapses to the floor. Anakinn rushes into the shower and drags him out. He quickly reaches his arm through the hot water and turns it off. Just the few seconds made the elder want to scream. He doesn’t know how Porsche could endure it for that long. He picks up Porsche off the ground, cradling him in his arms. As he makes his way towards the bed, he looks down at the younger and can’t help but to feel a slight sense of sorrow for him. He realizes that it hasn’t always been easy on him. How could he have missed this? How could he have not known that his future husband was being abused so badly behind closed doors. His parents seemed to have it all together. He didn’t realize it was all a show.

He carefully lays Porsche on his side so that his back doesn’t touch the bed. He walks over to the first aid kit and opens it. He puts ointment on his skin and carefully places gauze on the blisters that formed. Anakinn sits by his side and stares at him. He realizes how broken this man is. Even in sleep, he looks sad.

“I’m sorry, Porsche…” he whispers in his ear. “I can’t promise you that I will be a good man to you. But, I will try.”

Anakinn calls his family doctor so he can go over and give Porsche pain meds and treat his wounds so that they don’t get infected. A few hours go by and Porsche finally wakes up. He has no recollection of what happened. The trauma makes him black out and his mind tends to erase the events leading up to it. All he remembers is arriving at the house. Porsche looks around the room and notices he’s alone. He feels the pain his back and slowly gets out of bed. He’s still extremely groggy from the pain meds the doctor injected into him. He slowly takes off his shirt and looks into the mirror. He immediately recognizes those blisters. He use to have to wear them for years until he got old enough to start defending himself against his father. He puts back on his shirt and makes his way back to the bed. Before he can sit, the room starts to spin and he starts to lose his balance. He falls over and hits the ground hard, causing a loud thud to echo throughout the room.

“Porsche!” one of his body guards from the reapers runs in and helps him get up off the floor. “Porsche, I’m here. Names Hades. Please, let’s get you back into the bed.” Porsche looks at the man, his dark brown eyes look like a pool of chocolate.

“Your eyes… they’re nice.” He says. Hades smiles and slowly lays Porsche down onto the bed.

“Khun Cronus, sir… Umm.”

“Porsche, my name is Porsche. I’m not Cronus or whatever the hell you call me.” He slurs. Hades smiles as he sets his hand on top of Porsche’s. Anakinn pushes the door wide open and runs into the room. Hades looks over at him and quickly takes his hand off Porsche’s.

“What the fuck happened in here. What was that noise?”

“it’s Khun Cronus, sir. He fell and I helped him get up and back onto the bed. He’s ok now, I’ll be leaving.”

As Hades makes his way out of the room, Anakinn snatches him by his arm.

“if you ever put your hand on top of his again, I’ll cut it off. I don’t mind you helping. But, no one touches him intimately like that unless it’s me.” He growls.

“Yes sir.” Cronus bows and heads out of the room.

Anakinn walks towards the bed and sits by the youngers side.

“What do you want.” Porsche asks as he exhales.

“What, can I not come in here and check up on my fiancé?”

“You don’t care about me and never have. So, why start now?”

Anakinn starts to grit his teeth as his patience wears thin. “Don’t test me, Porsche. I’m not in the mood.”

“You never are, aren’t you? Always so angry…” Porsche’s eyes start to slowly shut as the pain meds still haven’t fully worn off. “I hate you… I truly hate you.”

“Good, you should hate me. I want you to hate me til the day you die.”

“That can be arranged.” Porsche retorts.

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

Porsche drifts off back to sleep, leaving Anakinn’s question unanswered. He stands up and paces back and forth in the bedroom. He takes out his cell phone and calls one Pol, one of his trusted bodyguards.

“Pol, I need you to stay with Porsche and keep an eye on him. Make sure the idiot doesn’t try to kill himself. He isn’t gong to ruin what I worked so fucking hard for.” He demands.

“Yes Khun Anakinn.” Pol hangs up and heads straight upstairs to company Porsche. As soon as he arrives into the room, he walks in on Anakinn putting restraints on Porsche’s wrists as he slept. “Khun Anakinn, sir… Do you think that’s a good idea? He won’t be able to turn on his sides if his back starts to hurt.”

“Mind your business. He’s no good to me dead. I’d rather him be in pain than be lifeless!” he yells.

Pol sighs heavily and bows his head. “Yes, Khun Anakinn.” With that, the elder walks out the room. Pol sits down on the chair across the room. He stares at Porsche and feels sorry for him. He knows how terrible his boss can be. But, they all fear him. He’s put bullets through many of his co-workers’ heads for defying his orders. He’s worked for Anakinn for so long that once in a while, he can get away with saying certain things to him. But majority of the time, Pol ends up getting punished and has bruises all over his body from the brutal blows other guards give him. At least it isn’t a bullet though and he’s glad. Hours pass and Pol eventually passes out on the chair. Porsche eventually wakes up and realizes that he’s restrained to the bed. He starts yanking his arms down that are tied above his head but the more he pulls, the worse his back feels.

“Hey, let me go!” he yells. He starts to kick the post of the bed to get Pol’s attention. After a few attempts, he manages to wake him up. “Please, can you untie the restraints.” Porsche begs.

“I’m sorry, I… I want to but I can’t.”

“Just please, my back is hurting and I can’t relieve the pressure like this.” Porsche starts to struggle as he keeps trying to get his hands free. What Anakinn didn’t know, his father use to tie his arms up the same way and torture him. He would beat him until he was bruised all over. He would use a knife to slice open his skin, whip him with a belt, bite him hard. His excuse was that it was to get him use to it just in case one day he was captured by an enemy. Back then, he had no idea what enemies he was referring to. But knowing what he does now, he’s more than sure his new empire has many of them. But, he can tell that his father thoroughly enjoyed making his life hell. Sad thing is, his mother was aware of the abuse yet stood by and said nothing.

“Khun Anakinn ordered me not to let you go. I’m so sorry Porsche but I can’t. He will kill me.” Pol end up getting a call saying that he was urgently needed downstairs. He gets up from the chair and looks at a distraught Porsche. “I’ll be right back. I’ll ask Anakinn if I can release you if I see him. I’ll try my best, Porsche.” He walks out of the room and the Porsche continues to pull hard on the restraints in hopes that it loosens. The harder he pulled, the tighter it got. Flash backs of the torture he use to endure fill his head. He starts hyperventilating and tries his hardest to calm down and breathe. The shooting pain in his back is making it hard to focus. He can feel some of the blisters pop and a sharp pain shooting down his back. He screams in agony and the child in him escapes. His whole body starts to tremble and it gets harder for him to catch his breath.

“P….Porsche…” he mumbles to himself. “You will be ok. Just breath, you will get through this and you will be ok.” He says between breathes. But, it doesn’t work. He starts to feel the air escape his lungs and it’s like no matter how hard he tries, he can not refill them. His body shakes vigorously and he is barely able to stay awake. The little breathes he’s able to take isn’t enough to keep him conscious. He looks up at his wrist and with what little energy he does have, he pulls on them hard. So hard that he heard the wood crack and next thing he knew, the wooden posts falls onto him and hits his body. He rolls over onto his side, the pain in his back starts to be less painful. His gasps continuously trying to catch his breath. He looks over at the suitcases he’s brought as he remembers his inhaler is in the bag. He falls to the floor and crawls on his belly towards the bag dragging the wooden posts along with him. He stops for a moment and using his teeth, he removes the rope.

“Almost there.” He says to himself.

Porsche opens his suitcase and desperately searches inside of his bag. It’s getting even more hard to breathe at this point. He falls onto his stomach, the side of his face flat on the surface. He feels like a fish out of water. He never knew he’d die like this. He faintly hears loud foot steps and can feel someone tug him into their arms. Then, the person shoves his inhaler into his mouth and pumps it twice. He takes a much-needed deep breath and feels like if life itself was brought back into his body. When he starts coming to his senses, he sees Hades.

“Damn it, I’m never leaving you alone again!” he yells as he rocks Porsche in his arms. “Porsche, are you ok? Please tell me you’re ok!” he begs.

“Water…” is all Porsche manages to get out. Hades sets him on the bed once again, it all feels like a repeat of current events. He pours him a glass of water and runs it over to him. He puts the glass to his lips and tilts Porsche’s head back for him so he can easily swallow the water. Porsche gulps it down, he can feel the coolness sooth his burning throat. “Thank you, Hades.”

“Porsche, I need to report this back to the reapers. The way you’re being treated here. It’s not right!”

“No… I need to bring that bastard down myself.” He struggles to get out.

“He’s ruthless, Khun! You will end up dead! My job… our job is to protect you. Porsche, you’re my cousin. I need to protect you.”

“Cousin?” he questions.

“Yes, from your mom’s side. She made me promise to look after you. I can’t let her down.”

Anakinn walks into the room, rage filling his eyes. “I thought I told you not to touch him!”

“Fuck you, Anakinn!” Hades yells back.

“Hades, let me handle this.” Porsche says. He slowly gets up from the bed. With an unsteady gate, he holds his ground as best as he can. “You tied me up…”

“Yeah, so you wouldn’t kill yourself.”

“Just like my father. Always thinking about what’s best for you.” Porsche says.

“There you go again, always comparing me to that man!”

“Again, if you did your job and actually looked into my past the right way. You would know that that bastard use to tie me up almost every fucking night and beat the hell out of me!!! You’re no different. If I’m here solely for you to torture and make miserable. Then maybe, just maybe I do want to die! I refuse to go through this all over again and I’ll be damned if I let the scum of the Earth do that to me.” Porsche reaches over and grabs Hades gun that he kept in his holster. He cocks it and point the gun to his temple. “I won’t go through this again. I’ve been through too much in my short life.” He cries as his hand shakes. “I’ll make sure that everything you’ve worked hard for was for nothing!”

“Porsche, put the gun down!” Anakinn yells.

“Fuck you! I’m sick of everything. I’m sick of living, breathing, and most of all I’m… I’m sick of looking at you every day. Without me, you’re nothing. Your whole empire falls. I’d rather be dead than let you live your happily ever after while you treat me like shit.”

“Porsche… I”

“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry! You tied me up without even thinking about how I’d feel about it. You didn’t care that I’d be in pain at all. You just didn’t want me to kill myself just so you can get what you want. You’re a selfish bastard, just like my dad.”

“I only did what I thought was best for you.”

“Yeah, that’s what they all say. But, no one ever fucking asks what is best for me, they only assume. But, you did what was best for you, not me. So, you can go and lie to someone else.”

Hades glances over at Porsche. He knows that he can’t let him go through with this. Is this what he meant earlier when he said he wanted to bring that bastard down himself? Killing himself would make Anakinn lose everything. But, Hades swore to his aunt that he wouldn’t let anything happen to him. With that, he takes the opportunity to lung towards a distracted Porsche and take the gun from his hand. Anakinn runs towards his and wraps his arms around the younger and pulls him into his chest, careful not to squeeze too hard because of his back.

“Hades, why!” Porsche screams as tears fall and crash around him. “I don’t want to live, I can’t do this. Who are you to make that choice for me?”

“Porsche, please. I know you hate me right now and I don’t blame you. But, you need help. Come back to the underground with me and we can get you help.”

“He isn’t going anywhere!” Anakinn growls. “I will get him the best doctors in Thailand and he will receive all the help he needs. But, he stays here.”

“I’ve seen how you treat him. Why on earth will I let him stay here when you obviously don’t give a damn about him!” Hades yells.

“He doesn’t leave here, that’s final!” Anakinn retorts.

Porsche stops struggling in his arms and looks at Anakinn.

“I will really never get to leave here wont I?” Porsche asks.

“No… you won’t. Your life is mine, Porsche. You’re not leaving my side.”

“It’s fine, Hades. Just go… I’ll stay here.”

“But Porsche, I promised your mother that I…”

“I said go! That’s an order.”

Hades reluctantly agrees and slowly walks out of the room glaring at Anakinn. “Anything happens to him, you’re dead.” He promises.

He shuts the door to the room and Porsche pushes Anakinn away. He sits down on the bed side, his feet touching the ground. “You’ll be the death of me, you know that?” Porsche lets out.

“The therapist will be here in the morning at 10am sharp. We should go to sleep, we both need rest.”

Without a fight, Porsche lays down on his side, facing away from the elder. Anakinn lays on his side as well, looking at the back of Porsche’s head. He picks up his arm and reaches out, he contemplates on wrapping his arm around the younger but then pulls his hand back and tucks them underneath his pillow. He lets out a sigh and shuts his eyes.

“Porsche…”

“What”

“I…. never mind. Just go to sleep.”

Porsche falls asleep and is haunted by nightmares. He dreams that he’s 8 years old all over again. His father has him tied up in the basement with his hands over his head. He is hitting his legs with a belt as hard as he can, leaving welts all over. Porsche is screaming and crying for help but no one ever comes. The abuse, the pain, and the suffering he went through was too much. The noises Porsche was making as he slept alarmed Anakinn and he woke up, shaking the younger so he wakes up.

“Porsche!” Anakinn continues to shake him, his eyes filled with worry. “Porsche, wake up. It’s just a dream! I’m here, Porsche. No one will hurt you.”

“Mom, please help me. He’s hurting me… Daddy stop, please stop!” Porsche cries. Tears are escaping his eyes while he’s trapped in his nightmare. “Anakinn! Don’t… please. Don’t do this to me.” Porsche groans as he starts to push him away.

Anakinn takes his hands off Porsche and stares at him. Is he dreaming about him now? Is he having a nightmare about the night that he almost…. raped him?

“Porsche! You need to wake up.” Anakinn desperately says. He picks Porsche up and cradles him in his arms. “Please, wake up.” With that, Porsche slowly opens his eyes and seems startled.

“What… what are you doing to me?” he says as he starts to back away from him.

“Nothing, I wasn’t doing anything I promise. I was just trying to wake you up from your nightmare.”

With tears in his eyes he puts his head down, not able to face Anakinn. “I can’t even sleep without my demons coming back to haunt me. I’m just so tired.”

“I know… we will try to help you. I can’t promise you that I can take all of your pain away. But, I will try.”

“No, you won’t. You’re a part of my pain now Anakinn. I won’t ever feel safe around you.”

For some reason, those words effect the elder. He doesn’t dare show it, though.

“I know…” is all he says back.

Porsche falls back to sleep, in a fetal position. He looks so vulnerable like this. Anakinn can’t help but to glance at all of his features as he sleeps. He looks beautiful like this…

-TBC-

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Morning arrives and it’s 10am. Anakinn stares at the younger as he’s still sound asleep. He knows how much work it’s going to be to get this man to be slightly ok being around him. He let’s out a breath as he gets up and stands in front of his big glass window, showing the amazing view of Bangkok. He hears Porsche moving around and he turns to look towards the bed.

“Hi…” Porsche says. His hair is standing up and his eyes are extremely puffy from the crying. “I have a huge headache… Mind getting me something for it?”

“Sure… I’ll call the nurse. She’ll bring you some Tylenol. Hungry?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“Porsche, you haven’t eaten much since you’ve been here. You’re starting to lose more weight. I just want you to be healt..”

“Stop…”

“Huh?”

“Stop acting like you’re worried about me.” Porsche says as he looks up and stares at Anakinn. “You’re only worried about me dying because you will lose out on all the perks you will get from marrying me. If I’m not walking this Earth anymore, then you don’t get what you want.” His eyes start to water again and he desperately fights back the tears. “I just want my medicine, a shower and I want to go back to sleep.”

“You need to eat something. You can’t take meds on an empty stomach, Porsche.” Kinn says as he grits his teeth. His patience is already wearing thin and he’s trying hard to control his anger. “I’m going to have my cook bring you something hearty. Eggs, bacon, toast, rice… Not the norm, I know. But you need to eat something heavy.”

“I guess I’ll never truly get to make choices on my own, huh? You say jump and I’ll always have to say how high.” Porsche lays back down and covers himself. “Fine… I’ll eat. But I want to shower first.”

“Good, I’ll prepare your clothes and bathe you.”

“No, I can do it myself.”

“No, you’re not doing it yourself. After the shit you pulled yesterday, you really think I’ll leave you alone?”

Porsche stays silent as he sits back up in the bed again, slowly moving himself to the edge until his feet touch the ground. He gets up and is light headed from the lack of nutrients. Anakinn heads over to him and guides him to the tub. He sits him down on the toilet as he fills his bath water.

“Get in, it’s ready.”

Porsche slowly stands up and starts to strip his clothes off. His ribs are starting to show and his curves are slowly diminishing. Still, Anakinn licks his lips at the site. He knows he shouldn’t, but to him Porsche looks divine either way.

“You need to start eating more. You’re starting to look like a skeleton.” Anakinn says just to make sure that Porsche doesn’t get the idea that he’s actually into him.

“Fuck you… I nearly succeeded in killing myself yesterday and you’re more worried about the way I look? Just wait until you see my final look when I’m lying in a coffin.”

“You really think you’d be put in a coffin? No… I’d burn you and keep your ashes in my room and make it your final resting place and you can watch me fuck whoever I want. How does that sound?”

“My eternal resting place watching you not satisfy others? Sounds lovely to me.” Porsche shoots back.

Anakinn grabs him by his upper arm and pulls him towards the tub. The sudden movement catches Porsche off guard and he stumbles forward, nearly falling. “You told Hades you’d make sure I was ok. How the fuck is this making sure I’m ok?” Porsche yells. Anakinn picks him up off the ground and sets him down in the warm water.

“I’m making sure you are bathed, fed, and getting you help for your fucked up head! How is that not ok?” Anakinn growls.

“You think just because you’re doing what is necessary to keep me alive for you own benefit is helping me? How stupid are you? You’re not helping me, you’re only helping yourself!”

Anakinn grabs a fist full of Porsche’s hair and yanks his head back. “Keep speaking to me the way you do… and I’ll cut your fucking tongue out.” He warns.

“You won’t do that. Because you loved how my tongue felt when you fucked my mouth.” Porsche grins wickedly, not giving a care in the world on how much he’s pissing Anakinn off. He releases his hair and leaves to grab a chair. He sets it down next to the tub and places his elbows on his knees, leaning down closer to Porsche.

“You ever say something like that again and I just might…” he bites his bottom lip. “I just might fuck it again. Only this time, I’ll fuck that sweet ass of yours too.”

Porsche knows he shouldn’t react to those words. But something about his threat makes his cock twitch. Fuck his body for betraying him every single time. For a split second, he thinks of how his dick would feel as it sunk into him. He hates himself for it and blames his mental health.

“You wouldn’t touch me even if you wanted to. I’d just have to call Hades back here and they will slit your throat open.” Porsche bites back.

“You think I’m scared of them? The Reapers… or whatever? Don’t make me laugh, Porsche.”

“I think you are. But continue to act like you aren’t, that’s fine by me.” Porsche closes his eyes and relaxes in the warm water. He slightly jumps when he feels Anakinn’s hands start washing his body. “Ki…. I mean, Anakinn. What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m washing you. I don’t want my bed to start smelling like filth.” He makes his way to his hair, massaging his scalp with shampoo and then conditioner. Anakinn’s fingertips on Porsche’s scalp makes him feel slightly relaxed. The younger lets out a small moan from the sensation. Anakinn looks down at the Porsche’s face and notices that his eyes are closed and he’s biting his lower lip. He can feel blood slowly rushing down to his groin, his cock becoming slightly hard from the view. Porsche slightly opens one eye and sees the elder fixated on him. He isn’t sure why, but the way this man stares at him makes him feel so damn wanted. He knows Anakinn can’t wait to sink into him. His untouched virgin ass is priceless, and Porsche knows it. He purposely lets more moans slip passed his lips as he starts to brush his finger tips along his collar bone. Anakinn’s demeanor changes drastically. He rinses the shampoo off Porsche’s hair and can’t take his eyes off of him.

“You ok there, Anakinn?” Porsche says in a low tone, sounding slightly seductive.

“You know exactly what you’re doing, Porsche. Don’t play stupid. Now stop before I take you out of this tub and get so deep inside of you that my dick comes out of your mouth.”

Porsche rolls his eyes and slowly stands up. Anakinn grabs him by his hand and assists him. He can’t wonder why this evil man is doing this. If he was solely just after becoming more powerful, why would he be here right now? Why would he be drawing a bath for him, washing his hair and his body? Porsche starts to think of a million and one reasons of how he could possibly have a good bone in his body.

“The doctor arrives in 10 more minutes.” Anakinn says softly as he dries Porsche’s hair.

“Yeah? What’s their name?”

“Dr. Pond. He’s the best psychiatrist you can get in Asia.”

“His name sounds shady.”

“You think he sounds shady just because of his name?”

“Yes, Pond just sounds like a weird and shady name. I’m not sure if I will like him.”

“You haven’t even met the man and you’re already acting like a brat.”

“Don’t need to meet him to know that he already sounds like bad news.” Porsche snatches the towel from the elder’s hands and finishes drying his hair himself.

“Suit your fucking self. Don’t ever expect me to help you again.” Anakinn stands up and storms off towards the bedroom door. “I’ll be back after your session. At least try to pretend to like him.” He slams the door causing Porsche to jump up. He can’t blame himself for having a good intuition. But, he knows that this probably won’t go well.

“Mr. Porsche Pachara. Nice to meet you. I’m Dr. Pond and I’ll be the one doing your psychiatric treatment.” His face looks a bit weird, and Porsche doesn’t like how when they shook hands he lingered a bit too long, slightly caressing his fingers as they let go.

“Dr. Pond…” Is all the younger says back as he wearily sits down at the couch. Anakinn’s bedroom is huge. On the other side of it is an office with a 3 seater and a single chair. Like in the movies, Porsche lays back as the Dr asks him questions about his life. Porsche gets into detail about the abuse he faced, he doesn’t go into full disclosure about him and Anakinn although the Dr pressed for it. Porsche refused to answer those questions and danced around them. He isn’t apart of the mafia life, but he’s street smart and knows when someone is fishing for answers.

“So, Mr. Pachara. Have you ever faced any other trauma before besides abuse? What about sexual trauma?”

Porsche quirks a brow, it’s such an odd question to ask. He clears his throat and squirms a bit. “No, I haven’t.” He isn’t sure if what happened between him and Anakinn was sexual trauma considering his body liked it. So, he decides to say no.

“And have you ever had sexual intercourse before?”

“What kind of questions are these, Dr. Pond?”

“I’m just asking so I can rule out everything that I need to know.”

“No, I haven’t.”

Porsche can hear him writing things down. He sits up and can see that Dr. Pond is rather restless. His inner alarm is going off and he wants a reason to leave the room.

“Excuse me, but I need to go and let the guard know that it’s time for my meds.” Porsche stands up and starts to walk towards the door. He hears footsteps right behind him and as soon as he grabbed the door knob, Dr. Pond wrapped his arms around him and dragged him backwards as he covered his mouth with his hand.

“You will be perfect for the black market. A virgin, and a good looking one at that.” Dr. Pond runs his hands down his torso and Porsche tries his hardest to scream and break free from his grasp. His body is weak as he hasn’t been eating and his energy is quickly dissipating.

“I think I can take you for a test run before I take you to the seller. I need to try the merchandise. They wouldn’t know anyways.” He pushes Porsche down onto the couch and lays on top of him. Porsche is kicking and trying his hardest to scream. But the man keeps putting his hand over his mouth, smothering his cries for help. “Your session is for another 30 minutes. I’m going to have fun with you until then.” The Dr pulls down Porsche’s pants and starts kissing all over his neck and chest. He unfastens his belt and pulls down his trousers along with his briefs. Porsche’s eyes widen as the man starts to grind against him, it feels so dirty. No matter how hard he tries to get him off, he just can’t. This feels so different. Even when Anakinn pinned him down to the bed that night, he didn’t feel like he wanted to throw up.

“Help!” Porsche managed to scream once before the man grabbed his belt and fastened it around his neck and tightened it. Porsche starts to gasps for air, the belt crushing his wind pipe.

“You’re going to feel so good.” The Dr sucks a bruise onto Porsche’s neck and widens his legs, settling himself in between them. He spits onto his fingers and starts to trace his digits on the tight ring of muscle. Porsche can feel the fear spread throughout his body. Every single ounce of energy he had is gone. His body is too tired to fight. “Forget the prep, we have no time.” He spits onto his hand and stroked his cock, getting it wet. He looks down and aligns it to Porsche’s hole and grins. “You’re going to enjoy this.”

“Get the fuck off of him!” a voice yells. Porsche then head a loud crash, like glass hitting the floor.

With tears in his eyes, Porsche looks over to where that voice came from and see’s Anakinn rushing toward them. The elder grabs Dr. Pond and drags him by the shirt.

“Anakinn! I… I’m sorry!”

“You’re going to be.” He growls.

Porsche noticed that Anakinn was bringing him his breakfast. The glass plates broke when he dropped the tray and ran to save him. He see’s Anakinn pick up a piece of glass from the floor and drags it across Dr. Pond’s skin on his back. The man screams from the pain, the glass penetrating his skin causing blood to seep out.

“What were you trying to do?” He questions the Dr.

“Noth… nothing sir! I swear!”

Anakinn shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath. He suddenly stomps repeatedly on the Dr’s knee and only stopped when he heard a pop. The man screamed as he held his leg. “It’s broken! You fucking broke my leg!!!!”

Anakinn walks towards Porsche and takes the belt off from around his neck. Porsche stands up and throws his arms around Anakinn. “I didn’t think you’d make it in time. You said…” he cries. “You said you wouldn’t help me again.” His tears soak Anakinn’s shirt and that only angers the elder more. The twisted part inside of him tells him that only he can make Porsche break like that, only he can make the younger shed tears, no one else. Anakinn sits him back down nice and easy, taking off his tailored jacket and draping it over Porsche’s lap to cover him up.

“You’re going to tell me what the fuck you were doing and you’re going to tell me now.” Anakinn says as he rolls up his sleeves.

“It wasn’t my doing! They said that if I brought him in, that I could get the 15 million baht.”

“Who is they?”

“The Four horsemen”

“What the fuck is the four horsemen?”

“It’s like a secret society that calls themselves the four horsemen. They… they traffic anyone and everyone. Mostly virgins, they pay top dollar for those. They have Porsche on their list. I'm not the only one that is going to go after him. There will be many others after me.”

“What fucking list?” Anakinn yells.

“it’s a list. It gets sent out every month. They put who they want on it, and people like us go out and hunt them down and take them back so we can get our money. They get auctioned off and the highest bidder wins them and can do whatever they please.”

“A list… So, you’re telling me that they’ve been watching Porsche?”

“Yes, for a while now. He is the top person on the list. He’s ruler of the underground society, so the more status he has, the higher the price.”

“And where can I find this secret society?”

“I don’t know. We only go to the drop off locations and they change every month so we don’t get caught. Please, just let me go!”

“Tell me, where was the drop off location this time? And when were you suppose to take him there?”

“In 3 days. I was supposed to take him today, and hold him until then. The drop off was at a remote location right outside of Bangkok. Please, if I tell you anything more, they’ll kill me and my family.”

“Give me the address and I’ll think about letting you go back to your family.”

With a shaky hand, Dr. Pond writes down the address and hands the paper over to Anakinn. “There, now let me go!”

“I said I’d think about it. I’ve thought long enough.” Anakinn bends down and with the shard of glass, he cuts into the man’s groin. The man screams as the pain is unbearable. The mafia boss doesn’t stop until he sees his filthy dick fall off. “You should have never touched what’s mine... The only way that will happen again is if you’re no longer on this Earth.” The man bleeds out on the floor, and Anakinn calls in his bodyguards so they can take his slowly dying body. “Make sure you burn him while he’s still breathing. Get rid of any trace that he ever came here.”

“Yes, Khun Anakinn.”

They close the door and he turns back around to face Porsche. “He nearly took what is mine…”

“He tried to… I feel so disgusting.” Porsche cries. “I’m not a weak man, I tried so hard to get him off of me.”

“Did you really try though?”

“Fuck you, Anakinn! You’re not going to blame me you asshole. I told you that I didn’t trust him. Yet you brought him here anyways. This is your fault!”

Anakinn walks up to the younger and picks him up, carrying him to the bed.

“What are you doing?” Porsche questions.

“I’m going to erase his touch.” Anakinn starts undoing his shirt and throws it off. “His hands were all over what is mine. I own you, Porsche. No one gets to touch you except me!” He climbs on top of Porsche and looks down, noticing all of the bruises on his neck and chest. “I need to re-claim you.” With that, his mouth latches onto every single spot he sees a bruise. Porsche winces at the pain, still sore from what just happened to him. Only this time, it doesn’t feel disgusting and he doesn’t feel gross. But, he also doesn’t want this right now. The elder removes the jacket that he set on Porsche’s lap and tosses it across the room. Porsche’s erection is poking at Anakinn’s stomach, and the younger can’t help but to feel slightly ashamed for even reacting right now.

“I’ll be your first, and your last. Understand?” Anakinn says as he grips Porsche by his face, making him look into his eyes. He pushes Porsche’s legs back and lowers his head, pressing his tongue against his tight hole. Porsche tries pushing his head away but the demon on his shoulder tells him no. The hot heat against his sensitive skin is sending him into over drive.

“Anakinn, no… agh… fuck. Stop, please.”

“No, I’m just getting started.”

Porsche reaches behind Anakinn and pulls out his gun, pointing is to his forehead. “I said no.”

“What are you doing to do with that, doll face? Shoot me? You’re not going to do that. You want me just as bad as I want you.”

“I’ll shoot, I swear. Don’t test me!”

“If you want me dead so badly, then why are your legs wrapped around my waist like a whore?”

Porsche looks down, not realizing that he’s right. His cock is also painfully hard, something he also didn’t notice from all the adrenaline flooding through his body.

Anakinn takes the gun away in one motion, pointing is back at the younger and pressing is to his temple. He leans down and kisses him on the lips. “Next time, I’ll blow what brains you have left our if you try that again. Now be a good whore for me and open your fucking legs.”

-TBC-

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Porsche looks at Anakinn with hate in his eyes as he’s on top of him. The sick and twisted part of Anakinn’s mind is loving every second of it.

“Keep staring at me like that, it turns me on.”

“Fuck you.”

“You want me to. I know you do. Behind that hate is lust. You wanted me from the day I choked you back at the bar.” Anakinn trails his hand down Porsche’s torso as he pins his arms above his head. “Admit it, doll face. You want my mouth wrapped around that pretty cock of yours. More importantly, you want me inside that virgin ass of yours. You want to feel me so deep inside of you that I puncture your fucking lungs.”

“You’re not that big, asshole. Don’t flatter yourself.” Porsche struggled underneath the elder. He hates that his body betrays his mind. He is screaming and cursing at Anakinn, but his body is trembling beneath the man, his cock is hard, and he can feel his hole twitching with want.

“I’ll make you feel so damn good. Then once I’m done with you, we will find out who these four horsemen are. They won’t be taking you. You’re mine, doll face. You will never escape me no matter how hard you try.”

Anakinn wraps his hand around Porsche’s throbbing erection and slowly strokes it as he kisses the youngers neck. Porsche’s body betrays him and lets out a moan. He is angered by his reaction but knows he’s too weak to do anything about it. He lays there, accepting his fate. Porsche closes his eyes as he feels Anakinn’s lips against his skin. He starts to relax, giving in to his touches. He knows he shouldn’t want this, he doesn’t want this. But slowly he’s thinking about how good this may feel for him. Maybe, just maybe he needs this.

“Anakinn, stop…” He grabs the elder’s shoulders and squeezes them tightly as he tilts his neck further to the side, letting the man have full access.

“You’re saying one thing. But your body actions are telling me otherwise.” Anakinn kisses down his chest and swirls his tongue around his hard buds. He sucks them into his mouth, causing Porsche to moan with pleasure. “You have nice tits, doll face.” He muffles with a full mouth. He softly bites on them, taking his time on each one as he continues to stroke Porsche’s cock. He suddenly stops and Porsche looks down, his hands unwillingly grab Anakinn and pulls him back down on top.

“Where… where are you going?”

“I’m just going to grab what I need to prep you. You’re so needy, aren’t you? You want to be stuffed so bad. Wait here while I get what I need.”

Anakinn gets up off the bed and heads to the restroom. He comes back with a bottle of lube and a black small box.

“You’re going to need this.” Anakinn gets back on the bed and opens the box. He pulls out a shiny object with a narrow tip that widens at the base.

“What is that?” Porsche questions with wide eyes.

“This goes into that tight ass of yours. It’s a plug. It will help you get nice and loose for me.” He squeezes lube on it and grins. He rubs the lube all around the plug with his fingers. Then, he takes his slick fingers and reaches down between Porsche’s legs and circles his tight muscle. Porsche flinches a bit and tries to back away. Anakinn sets the plug down on the bed and grabs Porsche by his hips and slides him back down towards him. “Where are you trying to go, doll face? Remember what I told you? You’re not going anywhere. You will never be able to escape me.” He then slides 2 fingers inside of the younger without warning. Porsche gasps and his eyes shut at the sudden stretch and burn. He feels pain like he’s never felt before. “So tight… fuck, I can’t wait to get my dick inside of you.” Porsche’s eyes form tears and trickle down his cheek. “You’re so beautiful when you cry.”

“Hurts…” Porsche grunts. “Anakinn, stop…”

“Stop? I haven’t even gotten started yet.” He starts to move his digits in and out of him nice and slow. “You’ll get use to it. Then next thing you know, you’ll be begging me to fuck you.” With his free hand, he spreads Porsche’s legs even further. “That’s right, baby. Open your legs nice and wide for me like the good whore you are.” Porsche’s chest feels like it’s on fire. He’s so angry that his vision is starting to blacken. But yet, his body is wanting and yearning for more. It takes a few minutes of him being penetrated that he starts to relax more. Without realizing it, he catches himself swaying his hips side to side, trying to make Anakinn’s fingers touch all of him inside. “That’s a good boy. I knew you’d take it well.”

“I hate you.” Porsche moans as he throws his head back from the pleasure he didn’t expect. “People are trying to kidnap me and sell me. And all…. Aghhhh fuck, Anakinn… all you’re worried about is fucking me.”

“They want a virgin. You’re worth a lot because you’re untouched. I’m here to ruin that for them. Besides, once we are done here. I will go after every single one of them along with the Reapers and kill them slowly one by one… and I’ll even let you watch.” Anakinn growls.

Porsche bits his lower lip. He isn’t sure why, but Anakinn’s words turn him on. They shouldn’t, they really shouldn’t. He should kick this man in the face right now and make a run for it even if it means he is dead. But, his body and now his mind is slowly imprisoning him to Anakinn. “I hope you get every single one of them.” Porsche answers.

“Oh doll face, for you… I’ll kill the world if I have to.” He then pulls out his fingers and quickly slides in the butt plug into Porsche. The younger tenses up as the cold metal enters his body.

“Anakinn… It’s too big. Please, take it out. It hurts.”

“Shh, it’s ok. Just relax for me and the pain will stop soon.” Anakinn caresses Porsche’s face with his hand and plants a soft kiss on his lips. He wraps his hand around Porsche’s throat and squeezes it slightly. He kisses him all over the place, sucking more and more bruises onto his skin. “You look so pretty when you have my mark all over you. People need to know who you belong to. You are owned, you are my possession… Always remember that.” Porsche starts to want, no he needs Anakinn to be inside of him.

“Please… Pull it out. Need you…”

“Need what, doll face? I need to hear it.” Anakinn teases.

“I need your cock inside of me. Please.” Porsche begs.

“Fuck you sound so hot. So desperate for me.” Anakinn pulls out the plug and licks his lips when he sees his hole nice and gaped. He positions himself between Porsche’s thighs and squirts more lube onto his erection. He slowly slides it into Porsche, loving how wrecked his face looks already with just half of his dick inside of him. “I wish you could see how fucked out you already look. I knew you’d want this. I’m going to get you addicted to me. You will crave like a fucking drug. Because you, doll face are already my heroine.” He shoves the rest of his cock inside and thrust in and out nice and rough. “You’re still so damn tight. Your sweet little hole is sucking my cock back in.”

“Kinn…. Fuck. It feels so damn good. But you’re too big for me.”

“What have I told you about calling me Kinn?” he slams into him ruthlessly, making his body slide up and down the mattress with every thrust. “It’s Anakinn, got it?”

“Fuck you! You are Kinn to me. I will call you that if I want to call you that.” Porsche pushes him off and Anakinn falls backwards. His back hits the mattress and next thing he knew, Porsche was on top of him straddling him. “I will call you Kinn. If you have issues with that, then that’s a you problem. I’m not just anyone, I’m Porsche.” He grabs Anakinn’s cock and slides it back into him. He rides him like his life depends on it. Anakinn loses all his senses as he enjoys the view on top of him. He grips onto Porsche’s ass cheeks and squeeze’s them nice and rough.

“Where did you get this energy from, doll face?”

“It’s not energy, it’s anger.” Porsche starts to choke Anakinn as his whole body bobs up and down Anakinn’s length. He can feel his cock brush against his prostate with every thrust. His orgasm starts to build up without even being touched. “Kinn… I’m going to cum.”

“Me too, doll face. Keep riding me just like that baby. Don’t stop, I’m almost there.” Porsche quickens his pace and swirls his hips around at the same time.

“You seem like a professional… got damn it you’re so good at taking cock in your ass.” Porsche chokes Anakinn even harder until he can hear him gasping for air. But as twisted at he is, it turns the elder on even more. Then, they both climax together. Anakinn shoots deep inside Porsche. The younger can feel the hot liquid heat fill him up. Anakinn slowly lifts Porsche up and lays him on his back. He slides the plug back into his hole, not letting his spend escape. “Leave that in you until I tell you that you can take it out.” He demands. “Let’s get cleaned up and find out who these four assholes are.” Porsche nods and is surprised when Anakinn lifts him up off the bed and carries him to the shower. He prepares everything for him and Anakinn even cleans him himself. “If you keep being cooperative like this, then you will live a great life. If you fight me, then well… I won’t be so nice.”

A few minutes pass and they’re already dressed. Porsche is sitting downstairs as the chef prepares him a meal. Anakinn told him that if he didn’t eat, that he’d chain him back up to the bed and force him to eat. He didn’t want to be chained like a prisoner again so he went with the better option. His stomach rumbles when the chef sets down a few options of food in front of him. He starts to grab anything and everything and gobbles it down. Anakinn sits back and watches him with a satisfied look on his face. He is on his phone, making calls and getting as much information as he needs.

“Who are you talking to?” Porsche asks.

“The Reapers. I told them everything I know and they’re digging into theses four horsemen. They will protect you with their life, Porsche. Do you understand that? Your men, the whole underground society will die for you.” Porsche sets his fork down and swallows what food he has in his mouth.

“I really am their leader, huh? I don’t think I can do this. They need to choose someone else.”

“There is no one else. It’s you or nothing. Eventually, you will need to create and heir as well. But, we can talk about that when the time comes.” Porsche’s eyes go wide.

“An heir? What… I can’t have kids.”

“I already have a surrogate lined up for us. The Reapers and I looked into her background and she’s more than willing to hold our child. But again, we can get back to that later. We need to take these idiots out of their misery before they get to you. The Reapers are on it now, and will call me back as soon as we get more intel. The drop is in 2 more days. That’s when that dead prick was suppose to take you to them. But alas, he’s sleeping with the demons now. So, we need to know what we are getting ourselves into before we take you to them.”

“What!? You’re actually taking me to them??? Why in the fuck would you do that?” Porsche yells.

“I know that isn’t what you wanted to hear. But, it’s a good plan and your men agree. We take you to them, and capture whoever is the transporter. They know where the base it. I will torture them until they give me everything I need to know about the horsemen.”

“But what if the plan doesn’t go right? What if they end up taking me?” Porsche’s eyes start to tear up. Anakinn stands up and makes his way to him.

“Doll face, don’t worry. I’ll never let them take you. You got that? They’d have to go through me, my men and the whole underground society to get to you.”

Porsche nods and starts to calm down. “I… I trust you.”

“Good, now finish eating so we can head to bed. I can wait on their phone call while we lay down. You need rest after you eat. We need you at your healthiest for this plan to work.”

He finishes up eating and they both get up and head upstairs. Before they enter the room, Anakinn sweeps Porsche off his feet and carries him to the bed. Porsche laughs, something Anakinn hasn’t heard before. He looks happy, truly happy, If Anakinn is being honest, it scares him. The last person he truly loved was taken from him at such a young age. His mother was his world. What if the same happened to Porsche? How would he live? He gently lays Porsche down and covers him up. He lays a kiss on his forehead and Porsche quickly falls asleep. Anakinn watches him for a few minutes and enjoys it. He hasn’t felt peace like this in a long time. His phone suddenly rings and it’s the society and he quickly steps outside and onto his balcony and slowly shuts the door so Porsche wouldn’t wake up.

“Hello?” Anakinn answers.

“Anakinn, it’s Ankou. We found out who the transporter is. I will email you all the information you will need along with who might be tagging along with him. He definitely won’t be alone. They will have a few men. We will get with you tomorrow so we can go over a thorough plan.”

“Good, that was quick work. I’m glad Porsche has you all.” Anakinn turns when he hears a loud bang coming from the inside of his room. He swings open the door to find several armed men pointing their guns at him. One of them is injecting something into Porsche’s neck. He grabs him and slings him over his shoulder.

“Take one step towards us and he’s dead.” One of the men threaten.

“He’s going to make us rich! The Four Horsemen are going to be so pleased. You think Kylo will have some fun with his future husband before he marries him?” Another man yells. Anakinn stands there knowing he’s outnumbered. He is pissed at the fact that these idiots got passed his guards. Where the fuck are his guards? And what does he mean by future husband? Just what do these four assholes have planned for Porsche?”

They all slowly walk backwards, guns still drawn and aimed at Anakinn. Ankou is still on the phone and can hear all the commotion go down. The men leave and Anakinn can only stand and watch as they take away the one person he loves.

“Anakinn!!!! Hello??? What the fuck was that?” Ankou yells.

“They took him.” He says as he brought the phone back up to his ear.

“Who took who? What are you talking about?”

“They took Porsche. They came into my home and fucking took him. Get over here now! Bring every single fucking soul you have in the society. They have no clue what they fuck they just did.”

-TBC-

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Porsche wakes up after what feels like hours. It might have been, but he isn’t sure. Last thing he remembered was falling asleep on Anakinn’s bed. So, waking up inside an unfamiliar vehicle with 3 men of course shakes him up. He starts to thrash around, trying to break the restraints binding his hands behind his back. He has duct tape covering his mouth so he can’t speak.

“Well well well… Looks like sleeping beauty decided to wake up.” One of the men say. Porsche can smell the stench coming off of his body. He smells of sweat and disgust. He slightly gags, it’s obvious that these men don’t take care of their hygiene. “Gag like that again and I’ll shove my dick inside of your mouth, pretty boy.” The man says as he grips Porsche by his hair and yanks his head up so he can look at him.

“Levi! You know boss said that we are not to touch him. Let him go unless you want to die.”

“Shut up, Dave. I’m just playing with him. Besides, boss wouldn’t know that I mouth fucked the bastard. He wouldn’t dare say a word because I’ll cut his tongue out if he does.” Levi grabs his knife and lightly presses it to Porsche’s cheek.

“I said stop!” Dave hits the knife out of Levi’s hand causing the blade to nick Porsche’s face. “Fuck, boss is going to be pissed! Look at what you did you idiot!”

“What I did? You’re the one who knocked the knife out of my hand. I didn’t do shit, you did this.”

“You can’t control yourself. This is your doing. Boss has plans for this one. He told us not to touch him for a reason. You know how he feels about this bastard. He will take your fucking head off if you dare do anything to him. You want us all to die because of your stupid decisions?” Dave yells.

“No… Whatever, I won’t touch the idiot.” Levi crosses his arms and leans his head back against the door to the van. Porsche spots the knife on the ground and he slowly reaches out to grab it. He keeps his eyes locked on Levi, making sure he doesn’t catch him. When he retrieves it, he tucks it inside of his pocket. Another hour passes and they arrive to their destination. They grab Porsche from the van and cover his eyes so he can’t see where the place is at. When his feet touch the ground, it’s cold. All he has on are some thin sweat pants with pockets, and one of Anakinn’s white fitted shirts that he loves seeing Porsche in. The men keep pushing and shoving Porsche as they make their way into wherever they’re going.

“Quit pushing me, assholes. I’m more than capable of walking on my own! You can guide me, but what’s with all the rough housing? Didn’t Dave say that your boss doesn’t want you touching me? Should I tell him how you are treating me?” Porsche says as he grins.

“Shut up before I let Levi have his way with you.” Dave warns. Porsche can hear a third set of feet walking but the man hasn’t uttered a word at all. He knows there’s Dave and Levi, but who was the third?

“Where are you taking me?”

“To your new forever home. You made us a lot of money you know.” Levi guides Porsche up the stairs and opens what Porsche assumes is the door to the home. Then, he hears a voice coming from afar.

“Sweet Porsche. You’ve finally made it to where you belong. Bring him to me.”

“Yes sir.” Porsche doesn’t recognize that voice, it must be the third man.

“Take off his restraints and blind fold please.” The man demands. Porsche can feel the rope being cut off and the blind fold is removed. “You look even more gorgeous up close, my dear. Come to me now.”

“No way. Why would I get near you? You had me kidnapped, tied up, and that asshole threatened to shove their filthy dick into my mouth!” Porsche yells.

“Oh, did you now Levi?”

“K… Kylo, sir. No, I was just playing with him! Porsche, tell him that I was just playing around!”

Kylo quickly pulls out his gun and puts a bullet in between Levi’s eyes. His body hits the ground and Porsche can see the brain matter seeping onto the floor.

“Now, come to me darling. You and I have a lot of catching up to do. Don’t make me ask again.”

Porsche slowly walks up to Kylo. He doesn’t dare show the any fear. Thankfully Anakinn made him eat and get some sort of rest. He has plenty of energy and doesn’t feel helpless. “What do you want from me?”

“I’ve been keeping an eye on you for years now, Porsche. You see, your parents should have chosen me instead of that dickhead!” Kylo slams his hand hard on the table in front of him. Still, Porsche doesn’t even flinch. “If they would have chosen me to marry you. None of this would be happening. I’m the better choice, not him.” He says calmly this time around.

“Better choice? You having me drugged and kidnapped doesn’t sound better at all.”

“Well, at least I didn’t bind you to my room. I didn’t attempt to rape you, or put you in danger of that filthy psychiatrist now did I?”

Porsche remained silent. How could this man have possibly known all of that? When he says it, it sounds terrible? He knows what Anakinn did to him was bad. But for some reason, Kylo makes his skin crawl and not in a good way. The man grabs Porsche by his waist and pulls him onto his lap. Porsche becomes nervous since the knife is in his back pocket. What if Kylo feels it? He pulls Porsche down until his ear is close to his lips.

“When I marry you. The society will belong to me. Because once we marry, I don’t plan on keeping you around for too long.”

Porsche pushes him away and stands up. “So, you went through all of this trouble not because you actually even like me. But because you want power to the society?”

“Don’t worry, dear. You and I will have a lot of fun in the bedroom before I take your life. You worried that I won’t fuck you?”

“Not worried at all. So, tell me, what does me being a virgin have anything to do with it?”

“Oh, it doesn’t actually matter. I only told people that I wanted to buy you at a high price since you were a virgin so they can bring you to me faster. I didn’t actually plan on having you sold to any sex trafficking ring. I just needed as many men as possible looking for you so we can get married as soon as possible. The idiots don’t ask questions. They only see dollar signs and like the selfish bastards they are, they deliver. They probably wouldn’t even care if you were a child. Every human on this Earth has a price.”

“You’re disgusting.” Porsche spits at his feet and glares at the elder.

“That wasn’t very nice now was it? Take him to my room now. Time to teach him a lesson.”

Anakinn

“Do you think they will harm him really bad? Fuck, Ankou if they lay a hand on him I’ll kill you!” Anakinn growls.

“You really think we’d let them capture Khun Cronus without a full proof plan? Ankou yells.

“Stop calling him Khun Cronus! His name is Porsche.”

“To you it’s Porsche, to us, it’s Khun Cronus. The highest rank of all. We will do whatever it takes to keep him safe. Even if it means letting Kylo capture him. We have an insider there with him at the home as we speak. I didn’t want to tell you the plan because when they got to your home, your reaction had to be as authentic as possible.”

“Well, you fucking succeeded. Because I’m beyond pissed. I promise you, if he is harmed or dies. One by one I’ll slit every single one of your throats and bathe in your blood.”

“You really do care about him, don’t you?”

“Of fucking course I do. I fucked up in the beginning, I know that. I just… I didn’t think I wanted to actually wanted to get close to him.”

“Is it because of what happened to your mother?”

“What the fuck do you know about my mother!!!” Anakinn stands up and grabs Ankou by his shirt.

“Kylo was the cause of her death. Did you not know?”

Anakinn rubs his face with his hand and lets out a yell. “What the fuck do you mean he was the cause of her death?”

“Well, when Porsche’s parent chose you over him… Kylo swore he’d take away the one thing you loved so you can be just as unhappy as him. He waited for your mother to go on her usually morning walk. Then, he kidnapped her and strangled her to death.”

“How do you know? How do I know you’re not lying!”

Ankou drops a file in front of him. Anakinn picks it up and sifts through it. Towards the end, he sees the crime scene photos of his mother.

“Where did you get this.” He asks in a choked voice.

“We stumbled across this by accident. When you called us to look into the background of everyone involved, we discovered this. Kylo has been behind many shady business along with his three brothers.”

“What are his brothers names.” Anakinn grabs the photo of his mother and crumbles it with his hands.

“Well, Kylo is the oldest. Then, there’s Luke, Maul, and Bail. Better known as the Four Horsemen. They have ties in human trafficking which is why Kylo thought it was much easier to put a target on Khun Cronus. He spread the word that he wanted to have him so he can sell him to the highest bidder but that wasn’t the case at all.”

“Then what the fuck does he want him for?”

“Isn’t it obvious? He has his hands on one of the most powerful humans in Thailand. He marries him, and not only does he gain more power. But, gains us in the process.”

“The Underground Society… He’s after it. Then, he gets the Reapers as well.”

“Think about it. That’s the reason why you agreed to marry Khun Cronus to begin with is it not? You wanted the power as well.”

Anakinn slams his fist onto the table over and over. Blood seeps down his knuckles and drips onto the floor. “That’s what I use to want. I wanted to use him, break him apart… But then he grew on me from the moment I laid eyes on him.” A rare single tear escapes his eye. He quickly wipes it before anyone noticed. “Tell me the plan on how we will get him back.”

Porsche

Kylo shoved him into his bedroom and slammed the door behind them.

“Now, you choose your punishment. Either you suck my cock until I cum inside that pretty mouth of yours.” He drags his fingers across his cheek and down his lips. “Or, you can get 10 lashes on your back with my belt. Your choice, baby.”

Porsche can’t fathom the thought of having this man anywhere inside of him. “Lashes… I choose the 10 lashes.”

“That’s too bad. I just know you can suck a cock really well.” Kylo throws Porsche onto his stomach and ties his hands to the frame of the bed. He thrashes and yells in anger as he hears Kylo dragging the belt on the ground. Then, he feels a terrible sting on his back.

“1…. Count out loud for me, baby.”

Porsche grunts. “1…” Then, another hit.

“2…” hit after hit Porsche felt like his back was on fire. Then the final blow came.

“10…” Porsche barely lets out. His body goes limp from the brutal force that was used on him. His vision starts to blur and heaviness hit his eyes. He feels Kylo remove the restraints and then his disgusting lips kiss one of his wounds.

“Those are going to leave a mark. I’ll forever have my brand on you, sweetness. Next time think before you do something stupid. I won’t give you a choice if it happens again.” He grips Porsche’s ass and gropes him. “I want to sink inside of that so damn bad. Too bad I don’t have the time. I’m headed to a meeting with our planner. By tomorrow evening, we will be married.”

Porsche passes out from the exhaustion. He drifts off into a deep sleep and dreams of Anakinn. He is back at their home and the cheeky bastard is waking him up with kisses, morning breath and all.

“Kinn, you’re gross. Brush your teeth!”

“Doll face, I can do whatever I want to you. You’re married to me, you’re mine now even on paper.”

“As you are mine.”

He was woken back up to reality when he hears a knock on the door and a faint whisper. “Khun Cronus… Hey, are you ok?”

“Who… whose there?” Porsche’s mouth is dry and his back is in so much pain.

“Don’t move, I’ll go and get you some meds and water.”

A few minutes later he hears the door unlock. He recognizes the man before him. It’s one of Kylo’s men, the third one who didn’t utter a sound inside the van. “Khun Cronus, please don’t worry. I’m one of your reapers. Names Omen. I’m a part of the Underground Society. I will not let this man kill you, I promise. Please, take these and drink some water.”

He helps Porsche sit up, careful to not touch his back. Porsche body trembles and Omen looks down at his trembling hands. “If you’re here to protect me, then that means that the others know I’m here?”

“Of course they do. I’m sorry, Khun. But this was part of the plan. We needed you captured so they can get to Kylo and his brothers. I’m sorry about this.” He looks at Porsche’s back. “I promise you, he won’t touch you again. But please try and stall him. The reapers will be here tonight to get you and kill the Four Horsemen. It’s much bigger than just you though, Khun. If we succeed and take them out. Then, we can burn down their sex trafficking ring and locate all of the areas they are hiding woman and children. We can save thousand of innocent people. So please don’t be upset at us.” He kneels down in front of him and lowers his head.

“Fuck… ok. I’ll do my best. But if the asshole tries to touch me again, you better be here to stop him. I can barely move right now.” Porsche hisses when he moves to fast. He can feel the skin on his back split open and blood dripping down. Omen cleans his wounds and gives him his meds and water.

“Just for the record, Anakinn knew nothing about this. We planned this without his knowledge. We couldn’t risk him knowing our plan. Because we wouldn’t have gotten this far if he knew. Like I mentioned earlier, it’s bigger than all of us.”

“Understood. But next time, you fill me in. As your leader, I am to know of every single thing going on. Especially if it involves me getting kidnapped.”

“Yes Khun.”

“I’m taking this way more lightly than I should be.” Porsche grips onto the blanket as Omen dabs his cuts with cotton pads soaked in alcohol. “Fuck that stings.”

“It will kill the bacteria. We don’t need you getting an infection. When we get you out of here, it’s not going to be an easy task.”

Anakinn

“We are 10 minutes out. Make sure everyone is ready to go.” Anakinn says as he turns to Ankou, Hel, Cu Sith, and Dullahan. The 4 main reapers look tense. Cu Sith is gripping his assault riffle so hard it looks like his hands have gone completely white. Hel and Dullhan have no expression on their faces so it’s hard for Anakinn to tell where their head is at. They arrive and they exit the vehicle. Behind them are more vans full of men. There has to be at least 100 or so men ready to go. Anakinn looks around and feels slightly proud of how many people are willing to die for his Porsche. Maybe, just maybe there is good after all in this fucked up world.

“Anakinn, we don’t go inside until Omen gives us the signal. Remember, no matter how hard it gets. We need to stay on task. We will need Kylo and his brothers alone with Khun Cronus so it’s easier to take out all three. Got it?”

“If shit goes sideways, I don’t care. I will intervene.”

“That’s the last resort.”

Inside, Porsche is alone again in the bedroom. Kylo arrives to his home along with the three other horsemen. Anakinn grinds his teeth in anger as he sees the man. The images of the pictures he saw of his mother flash through his head. He starts to take steps towards the house when Ankou grabs him and snaps him back to reality.

“Anakinn! What did I say? You want Khun to be killed? You will get your revenge but you need to be patient!”

“Fuck!” he shouts. Thankfully it wasn’t loud enough for the men to hear. Ankou shoots a glare towards Anakinn.

“You could have given away our position, Anakinn. You need to stop thinking with your feelings and use your head.”

“This is exactly why I didn’t want to get close to Porsche. I knew that I would be fucked.”

“Well, it’s too late for that now. You like Khun… and there’s no turning back. You hurt him, we kill you plain and simple.”

Porsche

The door to his room swings open and in walks in Kylo along with his three brothers.

“So, this is the one that you went through all that trouble for?” one of the brothers asks.

“He’s pretty, very pretty.” Another says as he walks up to Porsche and glides the pad of his thumb across his bottom lip. It takes everything in Porsche not to bite off his finger. But he knows he’s outnumbered and from recent events, he isn’t at his healthiest.

“Kylo, mind if we have some fun?”

“Be my guest. Break him in for me my brothers. He can be our own personal pretty slut. Just make sure he stays alive so we can marry that’s all I ask.”

“Alive you say… So, that means we can do whatever we want to you, you hear that you little slut?” One of the brothers raises his hand and in one quick and powerful motion he slaps Porsche across the face. Porsche feels blood trickling down his lip and slowly turns his head back towards the man.

“That all you got?” he taunts with no expression.

Porsche can see who he is sure is Omen standing by the open-door way. The man nods at him, reassuring him that help is on the way. He see’s Omen take a small black device out of his pocket and presses what he thinks is a button. He takes a deep breath and shuts his eyes. He knows that he has to make endure whatever fucked up shit they have in store for him until Anakinn and his reapers arrive. Luke, Maul, and Bail all surround Porsche. One of them lets out a laugh as he slowly unzips his pants.

“Hold him down on the bed. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to fuck another man.” Maul smirks as his two brothers pick Porsche up and hold him down on his back. The cuts pressing down on the mattress make a scream escape his lips. “Even his screams are pretty. Don’t worry, soon you’ll be screaming some more.”

Porsche tries to get out of their grasps but to no avail. As he’s held down, Maul starts ripping off Porsche’s clothes. Maul climbs on top of Porsche and kisses all over his neck. He winces when the man bites down so hard that he breaks skin. Blood drips down the side of his neck and Maul sucks on the same spot, leaving a huge mark. He bends Porsche’s knees back and licks his lips ready to enter him. The two other brothers laugh and make disgusting remarks on what all they want to do to him. When Maul completely takes off his pants and inches closer to Porsche’s entrance that’s when Omen attacks.

“What the fuck!” Kylo shouts. Omen darted towards Maul and bashed him over the head so hard with his pistol that the man collapsed to the ground. Kylo, Luke and Bail turn towards Omen and charge at him.

“Porsche, get out of here!” The three men start attacking Omen as he tries his hardest to defend himself. He manages to knock Luke out, leaving just Kylo and Bail. Porsche jumps up and grabs a robe, throws it on and manages to run out of the room. Just down the hallways he spots Ankou who is running towards him. Porsche squints a bit when he see’s Anakinn right behind him along with a sea of men.

“Porsche!” Anakinn yells. The younger can feel every ounce of energy leaving his body the closer he gets to Anakinn. The trauma inflicted on his body is too much that not even the adrenaline can keep him going. He collapses but before he can hit the ground, he feels strong arms wrap around him. He can’t tell who it is, but from the warmth of the persons hold and the shape of his muscular arms, he can tell it’s Kinn, his Kinn.

“I’m so tired…” Porsche says.

“I know, doll face. Let’s get you safe. I need to make sure you make it out of here safe.” He cradles Porsche in his arms and walks him out of the house. Ankou, Hel, Cu Sith, and Dullahan rush into the room. They see Omen laying lifeless on the ground with bruises all over his body. Thankfully, Cu Sith sees the man still breathing. They raise their guns and Kylo along with his brothers raise their hands in the air.

“Get your filthy ass over here before I blow your brains out.” Ankou orders.

“Just kill me now why don’t you?” Kylo taunts.

“Because you’re not mind to kill. Anakinn has you reserved all for himself.” Ankou smirks. “Oh, and your brothers are all ours to have.

“I…. I’m sure you’ve never been fucked by another man.” Omen says as he coughs and laughs. “But we have a lot of reapers who will gladly pop your cherries.

Luke, Maul, and Bail’s eyes widen as they are yanked out of the room. They scream and shout obscenities and the reapers just smile in amusement. “Those mouths of yours will all be put to great use later.” Cu Sith says with a grin. “So, relax those jaws while you still can.”

Kylo yells as his brothers are being hauled away. “Fuck you, you bastards! You don’t know who you’re fucking with! I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you all!!!”

“Shut up before I make you.”

Kylo turns his head to see Anakinn standing by the door way. “What the fuck do you want?”

“I’m here to get my revenge of course. For my mother, and for Porsche. You see, you fucked with the wrong people. Now, you will have to sleep in the bed you made.” Anakinn pulls out his gun and shoots Kylo in the knee cap. The man screams in pain as he begs for his life.

“Please, I’ll pay you whatever you want. Don’t kill me.”

“I don’t need your dirty money, Kylo… I need your life.”

Ankou places a black bag over his head and with the help of other reaper’s they drag him out and throw him into one of their vans.

Anakinn sits in the van with Kylo and watches as the bastard thrashes around like a fish on land. “This is going to be so much fun. You made this so easy for us. Here we thought we’d need an Army to get to you. Thankfully you let your guard down and had only a handful of security at your house. That’s what happens when you get cocky.”

“Just kill me already! Put a bullet in my head.”

Anakinn leans down and get close to Kylo’s ear. “That would be the easy way out. I will make sure you feel the pain Porsche felt. I will make sure I make the air escape your lungs the way you made my mother’s and over what? Power?” He kicks Kylo hard on his side. “Welcome to your personal hell. I’m the fucking devil and I will make you pay for your sins.”

-TBC-

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They reach the Underground and the Reapers drag Kylo into their holding cell. They toss him so hard to the ground that they hear his shoulder pop followed by his screams.

“Aww, is someone in pain?” Maul teases. “Remember, we don’t care about your feelings here scumbag.” Maul walks towards Kylo and lifts his head up by his chin. “We have so many plans for you. I hope you like trains.”

“What- what is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, you’ll see. We have plenty of Reapers who are dying to relieve themselves. Let’s just say that their preference is men.” Maul grins. He walks out of the room and laughs as Kylo shouts every obscenity at him. The man quickly quiets down when he sees Anakinn walk into the room. He peeks passed his shoulder to see Porsche standing against the wall.

“So, Kylo. I heard nothing but nasty things about you.” Anakinn says as he rolls up his sleeves. “Oh, and stop starring at Porsche. You don’t deserve to even lay those disgusting eyes at him.”

“He’s nothing but a whore! A filthy good for nothing whore!” Kylo spews. Porsche sucks in a breath at his words and puts his head down.

“Those are the wrong choice of words to use. Especially being in the position you are in now, don’t you think?” no one talks about my Porsche like that. Anakinn pushes Kylo by his injured arm and he lets out a yell. “On your knees.” he demands.

“N… no! No way. I bow to no one!”

“Fine, let’s play the hard way I suppose.” He walks over to the table that the Reapers graciously supplied to him that’s outside of the cell. He wheels it in and nods to Porsche. “Come in here with me, doll face.” Porsche reluctantly walks over and stands there for a bit. “Choose one of these devices for me, will you?” Porsche just stares at Anakinn as he gulps down his saliva. Sure, he wants this man to pay for what he’s done. But, he doesn’t want him dead. “Please choose a device, sweetheart.” Anakinn asks again in a softer tone. Porsche nods and walks over to the cart. He runs his finger tips over the objects until he stops his hand at a medical knife.

“This one.”

“Good choice, good boy. I’m proud of you.” Anakinn praises. This is so different, Porsche isn’t use to him acting this way towards him. It’s almost as if he truly cares about what Porsche wants and thinks. The small praise alone makes his stomach do a back flip. Anakinn grips onto the sharp knife. The evil grin Porsche knows all too well forms on his face. There he is, the devil in the tailored suit he’s back. Porsche is almost relieved knowing that the devil’s appearance isn’t for him though, but for Kylo. He runs the knife against the bars of the cell. Kylo flinches at the scraping noise.

“You’ll be sorry if you kill me. My brothers will never allow-“ smack ! A loud echo fills the room and Kylo grunts as his head whips to the side.

“Your dear brothers are dead. The Four Horsemen is only down to one.” He laughs.

“You bastard!!! I’ll kill you!” Kylo yells.

“You talk a lot. Should I start by cutting out your tongue?” He runs the knife on his cheek, causing blood to trickle down. Kylo hisses at the sting, but the worse is yet to come. “You bleed just like everyone else. You’re not invincible you know.”

“Neither are you!” Kylo spits and it lands on Anakinn’s shoes.

“I’m untouchable.” Anakinn squats down and is now face to face with the dead man walking. “I’m hell on fucking earth .” He grins. Then, Anakinn grabs Kylo by the back of his head, forcing the man to turn his face to the side. He smiles as he places the knife on the top of his ear and slowly drags it down. Kylo screams with terror when he feels a sharp pain on the side of his head. “ Hear no evil" , he says as he cuts off one of his ears. He drags the knife down to his mouth and grabs the upper lip with his hand and starts to slice it off. "Speak no evil" .

“K- Kinn…” Porsche stutters as he watches Anakinn mutilate the man.”

He yanks Kylo’s head back and the man screams so loud that it makes Porsche’s ears ring. Anakinn glides the knife up to his eyes and plays a game of eeny, meeny, miny, moe until he lands on the left eye. Then, he digs the knife right into his eye just deep enough to carve it out and he tosses it to the ground. “ See no evil" . He stands up and tilts his head to the side, looking down at the asshole. “Sorry, did that hurt?” Anakinn walks out of the cell and nods at the 5 reapers. They all walk into the cell, close it shut and lock it.

Anakinn grabs Porsche’s hand and walks him out of the room. Porsche can hear the man trying to fight off the men. He can hear his clothes being ripped off of him. The screams for help make him hesitate. He turns around to go back but Anakinn lightly grabs him by his shoulder and guides him forward. “He doesn’t deserve your mercy. Let’s get you hot bath, shall we? Then some dinner?”

Porsche lets out a small laugh and it’s like music to Anakinn’s ears. “A hot bath and food sound amazing actually. Are- are you asking me out to dinner?”

“Of course I am.”

The elder walks into his bathroom and turns the water on for Porsche. When it’s at a comfortable temp, he helps him undress. His face sours when he sees the bruises on his frail body. If he could, he’d torture that asshole all over again. He scrubs Porsche’s back and then washes his hair. “Why are you doing this?” The younger questions.

“Doing what?” Anakinn responds.

“Being nice. This isn’t you, Anakinn.”

“Kinn… Please, call me Kinn. I don’t like it when you call me Anakinn.”

“I know but-“

“No buts. You call me Kinn. You’re the only one who has that privilege now.”

Porsche puts his head down and slightly turns his head. He can’t let the big bad wolf see him grin. After he gets dressed, they head downstairs and meet up with Ankou, Hel, Cu Sith, and Dullahan. The reapers bow when Porsche stands in front of them. “Khun Cronus, we are please that you are ok.” Ankou says.

Porsche rolls his eyes. “Don’t call me that. How many times do I have to tell you? It’s Porsche, just Porsche. Anyways, are you four joining us for dinner too?”

“No, we are not. We came to tell Anakinn here that we are thankful for his help. We know our methods to retrieve you were not the best. But, just so you know. He had no part of our plan. He was just as clueless as you. We are sorry, Khun.” The four bow again. “Also, if we hear one more time that you hurt him. I swear on your ancestors grave we will make your death painfully slow.” Ankou growls to Anakinn.

“Don’t fucking threaten me.” Anakinn retorts as he steps toe to toe with the four men. “I will do no such thing. You have my word.” He turns to Porsche and reassures him.

“Ok, let’s stop this high school drama. I’m starving, let’s go eat please.”

“You heard my fiancé. We need to go; my poor doll face is starving.”

Cu Sith chuckles as he elbows Dullahan. “His doll face is starving.” He mocks.

They all walk out of the home and head back to the underground society. Anakinn and Porsche make way to the restaurant that the elder rented out for just the two of them. He knows he doesn’t deserve any of Porsche and wants so badly to try again. Of course, his lover will be the only one to show Porsche his softer side. They sit down at their table and he has a spread of traditional Thai foods that he knows Porsche loves. He knows everything about him. He starts to wonder if back then when he’d look through his file if he really looked at it out of obligation or maybe, just maybe he really wanted to know. He remembered when he first saw Porsche’s picture in the file, his heart slightly accelerated. He threw the file down, angry at himself for feeling something even if it was small. Maybe that’s why he was so vile with Porsche? He didn’t want to open himself up? He didn’t want to feel.

“Foods so good, Kinn.” A small smile forms on his face as his fiancé stuffs his mouth. Of course, the filthy side of him wishes it was something else stuffing his mouth. He is trying to be better, but that won’t happen overnight. He gets out of his thoughts and digs in himself. After a few minutes of eating everything in sight. Porsche looks up and notices Anakinn has some sauce on the side of his mouth. He lets out a small laugh because usually the devil in the tailored suit is so nice and neat. He grabs his napkin and slowly reaches over the table and wipes the side of his mouth ever so gently.

Anakinn looks up in surprise and he can feel his stupid heart go soft. Fuck. “Did… I have something on my face?”

“Yes, you looked like a child. I had to be your knight in shining armor and wipe it off before someone else saw.” He teases.

“Porsche, don’t push my buttons.”

“Anakinn is coming back out I see.” Porsche crosses his arms and leans back.

“No, I mean… Sorry. Look, I’m trying here. It’s only been literally a few hours of me trying to be good for you.”

“I don’t need you to be anything for me. I don’t need you changing just for me. I need you to change and be good because you want to be, not on my accord.”

Anakinn lets out a breath as he stands up and walks around the table. He grabs Porsche by his hand and walks him towards the railing that overlooks the city of Bangkok.

“What, you going to throw me over and kill me?” Porsche jokes.

“If you keep being a smartass, maybe I will.” He leans on the railing and gazes around for a few seconds and then clears his throat before turning back to Porsche. “Look, I’m not good at this. I don’t know how to apologize. But, I am sorry for everything. I want to be better for myself, of course I do. But I mostly want to be better for you. Because at the end of the day, you are all that matters and you will be the only one to see this side of me.”

Porsche freezes and his mouth slightly parts. “You’re serious right now? No bullshit?”

“No bullshit, Porsche.” He grabs his hands and pulls him in close, the tips of their noses touch. “You don’t ever have to forgive me nor forget everything I’ve done to hurt you. But I will try my hardest every single day to gain your trust back. I want to start all over again. But, it’s your decision in the end.”

“And…” Porsche pauses. “And what if I say no?”

Anakinn lets go of his hands and walks off a bit. His back is faced to Porsche and he lets out a sigh. “Then I let you go.”

“But you said that I’d never be able to leave you?”

“You’re not a fucking possession, Porsche. You never were. I thought I knew exactly what I wanted from you. Power, sex… that was my original plan for you. Then you came in and wrecked every single ounce of me.” He says as he turned back to Porsche with tears in his eyes. “So, if I have to let you go then I will.”

Porsche can feel his eyes start to sting. They go blurry as the tears roll down his face and crash to the ground. “Then I have my answer.”

“You can take your time to think about it. You don’t have to give me an answer right now.”

“No, I know what I want and what I need to do.” Porsche walks up to Anakinn and presses his lips every so softly to his and slowly pulls back. “I need time to learn more about my empire. I need to learn everything there is. I don’t want to be weak anymore because that is not who I am. I need to do that, alone.”

Anakinn looks like he wants to throw up. “Porsche… Please. Take a while longer to think this over.”

“I have made this decision since the first day I stepped foot in the underground society. I know nothing about it. It’s the only thing I have left of my parents besides Chay. I want to do right by them and learn the ins and outs with no distractions. If that means parting from you for a while then it has to be this way.”

Anakinn knows that he’s right. He’d do the same exact thing if he was in Porsche’s shoes. But the greedy side of him wants to grab the man, take him back home and lock him in his room forever. But instead he just nods in agreement. “Ok…”

They head back to their home and Porsche makes phone calls to have his stuff moved to the Underground. Anakinn lays in bed as he watches his fiancé pace back and forth on the phone. It feels like an eternity by the time he’s done with his calls. Porsche climbs into the bed next to Anakinn and like a cat he curls up next to his side and cuddles with him.

“Kinn” Porsche says in a soft voice.

“Yeah?”

“Wait for me will you?” Porsche sits up and gives him a kiss on his cheek.

“Does that mean you’ll come back to me?” Porsche can see Anakinn perk up.

“Of course I will. I only want to be away for a while so I can get my life together on my own. I need to know that I can do this without always having to rely on you for help. If I want to be your husband, I need to be just as smart, powerful, and reliable.”

“You think I’m smart?” He grins.

“For fucks sake, don’t get full of yourself now.” He elbows his fiancé in his side. “Oh, and Kinn. I will have eyes on you. So, if I catch wind that you bring a whore to my house. I will kill you.” You're mine. You haven't had a taste of how possessive I can be too.

-TBC-

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Porsche has been gone for 5 months now. Anakinn has been tempted to call or text his lover to see how he’s doing. They had amazing good-bye sex that morning before he left. Anakinn made sure to leave marks so dark that it would take weeks to fade away. If it were up to him, he’d have Porsche tattoo his name on his hip so he would be forever branded.

He calls Ankou here and there secretly to get updates on his fiancé’s wellbeing. He at least wants to make sure he’s not in harms way. Ankou agreed to give the man at least this. He figured it would be better than having Anakinn show up at the underground and distracting Porsche.

“Khun, we have a meeting tonight at the club.” Big notifies.

“What time…”

“8pm, sir. The Triad are excited about this. They can’t wait to import bigger arms into Thailand.”

“I know. It will benefit us all. It’s already 7:15. Let’s get going just in case we get stuck in traffic. I will not tolerate being late.”

“Yes sir.”

They take off and of course, they hit traffic. Anakinn grows restless in the back seat and curses underneath his breath. He stares out the window and 2 rows over he spots a man on a motorcycle. He thinks of his Porsche. God how sexy he looked on his bright red Ducati. He longs for his fiancé. But he would never say that out loud, not to anyone else but him of course.

“Sir, we arrived.”

“Fuck, finally… Let’s get this show on the road.”

They exit the vehicle with Big in front of him, Arm trailing behind and a couple of other guard further up ahead scanning the perimeter. When all is cleared, they head inside into the VIP lounge. It’s secluded, and only the server along with a private bartender are allowed to be there who are handpicked by Anakinn.

“Pleasure to see you again, Anakinn. How have you been?”

“Good to see you too, Chen. I’ve been well and yourself?”

“Good good, couldn’t be better.”

They both sit down and the bartender brings them a bottle of the best wine along with a bottle of sake. The waiter pours their drinks and Anakinn can’t help but to notice this waiter giving him the eyes.

“So, how about we get to business before we get too drunk out of our minds?” Anakinn chuckles.

“Of course. I don’t plan to stay sober any longer than necessary. I want to have a good time tonight.” Chen holds up his glass of wine and they clink glasses.

“So, you want to increase your number of firearms in Thailand? Is that what I’m hearing?”

“Of course. But not just firearms. I’m dabbling in military grade missiles as well. Would you be interested?”

“I’m very interested. The bigger the gun we have, the more they fear us.”

Chen laughs and nods his head in agreement. “It’s times like this that I’m glad we are on the same side.”

“We can worry about the smaller details tomorrow over dinner. Let’s just enjoy the rest of our night, shall we?”

“Of course, Khun.” 

They both continue to drink and catch up on old times. Anakinn would consider Chen an actual friend. They grew up together since he could remember. Their father’s have always been close as well.

“Hey, that good looking waiter has been eye fucking you this whole night, Anakinn. I’m surprised you don’t have the boy sitting on your lap by now.”

“Ah, yeah. I’m a better man nowadays.”

“Bullshit!” Chen laughs. “Well suit yourself. I have my eye on that pretty thing downstairs.” Chen has his guard go and fetch a long-legged brunette with a big chest and he brings her upstairs.

Anakinn shakes his head and smiles when Chen pulls her onto his lap and runs his hands all over her. Before he knew it, they’re both in a more secluded area where he’s probably fucking her by now. He starts to think of Porsche again and grows hard just thinking about him.

“God damn it… I need to fuck him so damn bad.”

“Fuck who?” the waiter asks. He stands right in front of Anakinn and kneels down on his knees. “You can fuck me if you’d like.” He runs his hands up and down his thigh. His fingers come dangerously close to his erection.

Anakinn hisses, he hasn’t been touched by anyone else besides his own hand. He kept true to his word. He hasn’t had any escorts over since Porsche threatened him.

“I suggest you get away from me now before-“

Just then, the waiter stands up and straddles him. “Before what? I know you like it.” He looks down at the big print pressing against Anakinn’s zipper.

“Trust me when I say that it is not you that has me excited. It’s my fiancé.”

“Fiancé? I don’t see him around.” He starts to grind his hips and goes to kiss Anakinn’s neck when he feels someone snatch his by the back of his hair.

“Didn’t he tell you that he has a fiancé? Why are you still trying to ride him like a whore?”

“Porsche???” Anakinn yells. His eyes grow wide and his jaw drops.

Porsche yanks the boys head back and he drags him off Anakinn’s lap. “Oh, hey doll face.” He grins. Porsche pushes the waiter to the ground and straddles him, pinning him down. “He told you that to get away from him, didn’t he?”

“Who the fuck are you! You psycho bastard!”

 “I’m the fiancé.” He wraps his hands around the boy’s neck and starts to choke him. “Next time someone tells you that they are taken, you don’t go spreading your legs for them. You walk away like a like the good bitch you are.”

“Porsche, you’ll kill him.” Anakinn says.

“Oh, and you care why? You’re next for letting this filth touch you Anakinn Theerapanyakul!”

Something about Porsche threatening him sets a fire off. “Porsche… What have I said about you calling me that? It’s Kinn.”

“Whatever, Anakinn.” He lets go of the boy’s neck and he coughs violently before getting up and running out.

“I missed you too, sweetheart.” Anakinn summons him with his 2 fingers.

“Oh, I’m not your little dog anymore. You want me? You ask nicely.”

“Porsche…” Anakinn growls.

“Ask nicely or I’ll just go back and disappear again for another 5 months.”

“Fuck, ok. Please come over here.” Anakinn begs.

“That’s more like it.” Porsche walks over and picks up where the waiter left off.

He straddles his hips and presses his lips to his lovers. “God, I missed how you taste.” Porsche moans.

“God? There is no God here.” Anakinn picks him up, kneading his ass as Porsche wraps his long legs around his waist.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here. We have a lot of catching up to do.” Porsche says between breathes.

“The hotel is closer.”

“I don’t give a fuck. We just need to be alone now!”

They barely make it to the hotel with their clothes on. Porsche had his guards take off first so they can make clear the perimeter. Big and Arm rush out of the car after Kinn and Porsche because they practically sprinted inside.

“I missed you so fucking much, Anakinn.”

“Call me that one more time and I swear to God I will bend you over my knee and spank the shit out of you.”

“I thought you said there was no God here.” He smirks. “You look so fucking sexy when you’re mad, doll face.”

“That’s my name for you!”

“Not anymore.” Porsche pushes Anakinn to the ground and his back hits the floor hard. Like a lion chasing his prey; Porsche pounces on top of him and rips open his shirt. He licks his lips as he stares at Kinn’s bare chest. “I missed these even more.” He leans down and sucks on his hard nipple. Anakinn bites his lower lips and lets out a few fucks before he can pull himself together again. This Porsche is so different from the one 5 months ago. He seems more confident, in charge and impossibly even more sexy than what he already was.

“Bed, now!” Anakinn pushes Porsche off and drags him to the bed. He grabs his throat and squeezes with just enough pressure to make the younger gasp. “Take your clothes off for me, doll face.”

“Fuck you.” Porsche grins.

“What did you just say?”

“I said… Fuck you. Should I repeat myself again, Anakinn?”

He forces Porsche down to his knees and softly caresses his lips with his fingers. “I’m going to enjoy fucking that filthy mouth of yours.”

“Let’s see just how much you missed me… and this…” Just then, Porsche undoes his pants and pulls them down a bit just enough for Anakinn to see that he’s wearing these obscene black laced booty shorts.

“What the fuck… You wore those in public? What, you wanted to flaunt your ass to everyone?”

“And if I did? What will you do about it?” Porsche challenges. “Maybe I should just go back to the underground and let one of my Reapers take care of me…”

Anakinn whips off his belt and kicks off his pants. His cock springs out and he shoves it inside Porsche’s mouth. He starts to fuck his mouth ruthlessly, as if he’s trying to make his cock reach the pit of Porsche’s stomach. “You deserve this. You deserve have your mouth fucked like a whore.”

Porsche lets out a small laugh as his throat get bruised. He grabs the back of Anakinn’s ass and forces him to fuck his face even harder. He bobs his head back and forth and swallows his cock down. Anakinn looks down at the younger and sees his cheeks covered in tears and his chin dripping with saliva and pre-cum. He pulls out and picks Porsche up.

“Your shirt, off… now.” He demands.

Porsche takes it off along with his pants that had gathered around his ankles leaving on nothing but his laced booty shorts. He purposely bends over the bed knowing that Anakinn can see through them.

“I prepped myself for you. My tight hole has been begging for your big cock for months now. What will you do about it?” He hooks his thumbs into the sides of his underwear and slowly pulls them down. The lube he used earlier is dripping down the back of his thighs and Anakinn is practically feral at this point.

“Fuck baby. You look so… So damn sexy right now. I’m going to bury myself so deep inside of you.” He walks over to Porsche and kisses the back of his neck as he reaches around and strokes his cock. “You’re mine. This ass belongs to me.” He bends him over and shoves his hard cock inside of him.

Porsche’s eye lashes flutter when he feels the sudden stretch in his rim. He lets out an embarrassing moan from how good it feels. “I missed you inside of me. I missed this.”

Anakinn slams into him as if he’s trying to make up for the time spent apart. The way Porsche’s hole clenches around his cock makes him want to collapse to his knees and pray to whatever God made the man in front of him. “I wanted you so bad. Your tight ass feels so much better than my hand.”

“I’m yours, baby. All fucking yours.”

Anakinn leans forward and sucks bruises all over his back. He flips Porsche over and pushes him down onto the bed and grabs his legs to throw them over his shoulder. That’s when Anakinn sees it. His eyes widen and he bites his lower lip.

“You… you got my name tattooed on you?”

“Yes. I want everyone to know who I belong to.” Porsche rubs his hand on his inner thigh. In cursive letters, Kinn  is tattooed on his skin. “I’m yours, Kinn. Only yours… You have branded my body. But most importantly, my heart.”

Anakinn would never admit this to a single soul but his cold heart just melted.

“You are so damn perfect.” He quickens his pace and enjoys how fucked out Porsche looks. He younger strokes his cock as his hole gets demolished.

“Kinn, I’m going to cum.”

“So am I, doll face.”

Anakinn releases inside Porsche, something he’s been dreaming of since the morning he left. He is pleased with he sees Porsche cum all over his stomach. Their bodies tremble and Anakinn is nearly in tears from the pleasure.

“Next time, I’m going to cum on that pretty little tattoo of yours.” Anakinn runs his fingers up and down his inner thigh, touching his name.

“Mmm, can’t wait.”

“Porsche…” Anakinn says with a serious tone.

The younger is exhausted. One round of sex wiped him out. He replies with a sleepy voice “yeah?”

“Let’s get married already.”

Porsche’s eyes widen and he perks up. “Seriously?”

“Seriously… I can’t think of a better time than this.”

Porsche ponders for a while as he holds Anakinn’s hand. “You know there’s a ritual for those who marry the head of the Underground society, right?”

“Huh?”

“You think you’d be able to do what is necessary?”

“Anything for you.”

“You sure about that?”

“Of course I am.”

“Ok, let’s see about that.”

-TBC-

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A month passes and wedding preparations are taking place. Porsche is so wrapped up in still learning his role and wedding planning that he doesn’t realize that most days he doesn’t go home to Kinn. Kinn on the other hand is well aware that his fiancé is gone for days on end.

He is so pent up from not touching his Porsche for days that he rubs himself raw some nights just thinking about him bouncing on his cock. He lays in his bed as another night passes without Porsche. He shuts his eyes in frustration and stares at the clock. It’s 2:38 am and he can’t sleep for shit.

“Hey there…” A voice calls out in the darkness of the room.

Kinn jumps up, gun in hand pointing it at whatever and whoever it is.

“You missed me that much that you want to kill me?” Then, out of the shadows Porsche emerges.

“What the fuck! Porsche, how did you even get in here?”

“You were so distracted in your thoughts that you didn’t notice me walk in, Khun. You’re slacking…” Porsche leans down and plants a soft kiss on Anakinn’s lips. The quick contact makes Anakinn’s skin burn up in an instant. Porsche starts to walk away when Anakinn reaches out for him.

“Where do you think you’re going, doll face?” He pulls him down by his arm and pins him against the bed.

Porsche grins beneath him as his Anakinn has his hand wrapped around his wrist. “You like pinning me down like this, don’t you?”

“If I could tie you up to my bed with your legs spread open for me to fuck whenever I please, I would.” Anakinn growls. He leans his head down and noses all around Porsche’s face, inhaling his intoxicating scent. “You drive me so damn insane that I’ll end up in a fucking psych ward.”

Porsche bucks his hips, pressing their hard cocks together. “Does my soon to be husband need something from me?”

Anakinn loves the sound of that. “I need to be inside of you.”

“Then what are you waiting for, hmm?” Porsche bites his lower lip as he gives Anakinn those bedroom eyes.

“You’re so damn easy for me, aren’t you?” Kinn grins.

“You’re going to be my husband. Shouldn’t I want to please you in any way I can? Shouldn’t you want to please me? Or… Should I just go and look elsewhere?”

That sets a fire under Anakinn’s ass and Porsche can see the old Anakinn glaring at him. He knows that look all too well. He saw the same darkness in his eyes the same night he first tried fucking Porsche. Of course back then, he didn’t have his consent. This time around, Porsche knew exactly what he was doing.

“If you ever… and I mean ever say some shit like that again I’ll kill you!” Anakinn yells as he starts to rip Porsche’s clothes off and tosses them to god knows where.

“What? That I should go look elsewhere for a good fuck?” Porsche laughs.

Anakinn flips Porsche around and onto his stomach. He lifts his hips, not giving Porsche the time to comprehend what’s happening. “You want to act like a whore. I’m going to fuck you like one.” Anakinn then spits onto Porsche’s tight ring, getting it nice and wet. He smears the saliva all around his entrance and without warning or preparation, he shoves his huge cock inside of him.

Porsche’s mouth drops open and no sounds come out. The sudden stretch and burn have him wanting to run off the bed. Anakinn has a hold on his hips, making him immobile.

“Where is that smart mouth at now?” Anakinn snaps his hips and starts to slam into his fiancé.

“K-Kinn… agh, fuck, Kinn! S-Slow down.”

“You don’t get to call me Kinn right now. You don’t deserve it.”

Porsche’s cock throbs and he’s the hardest he’s ever been in his life. He’s been dying to see this side of Anakinn again. As fucked up as it sounds, he wants to feel used and abused in this moment. So, like the brat he is. He provokes him again.

“I wonder… mmmm shit…. I wonder if one of my Reapers can fuck harder than this.” He manages to let out.

He feels a sharp sting against his ass cheek. He turns his head and Anakinn’s eyes are practically black.

“There he is… My devil in the tailored suit.” He laughs as he runs his tongue across his teeth.

“This is what you wanted? You wanted me to fuck you like one of my old whores? Hmm?”

“I’m better than them. My ass feels better than them, and I’ll always be better than them.” Porsche says.

Anakinn closes his eyes and hisses as he fucks into Porsche. He opens his eyes again to see how stretched out his hole is. He smirks when he sees how ruined Porsche looks. It makes him feel a sense of pride knowing that he’s the one breaking this man apart with each thrust.

“Missed you.” Porsche cries as he is getting railed.

“Fuck, baby. Missed you more.”

They go a couple of rounds until they are both satisfied. Anakinn spoons Porsche from behind, trailing his index finger up and down his fiancé’s tanned skin. “Wedding and work has been keeping you away from me. I don’t like it.”

“Kinn, you know I miss you every single second I’m away. I want to make sure everything at the underground goes smoothly. Also…” He turns to face Kinn. “I want to make sure our day is special.”

“It’s not just about me you know. You deserve the world, Porsche. I- I treated you so damn bad and yet here you are, still beside me.” A rare look of vulnerability shows on Anakinn’s face and Porsche smiles as he rubs his lips with the pad of his thumb.

“It’s in the past. I chose to stay, I chose to be here- with you.” He gives him a light kiss and smiles. “2 more days and I’ll be your husband.”

“Which reminds me, what was that whole ritual thing about that you mentioned?”

“Oh… that.” Porsche sits up and grins down at Anakinn. “Tomorrow, be at the underground society at 12pm sharp. You’ll see…”

The next day arrives and Anakinn pulls up to the Underground at 12pm right on the dot. The Reapers approach him with huge smirks on his face. “This way, Khun Anakinn.”

“Oh, for fucks sake. What does he have planned for me?”

They get inside and Anakinn walks down the staircase. It looks different from the last time he stepped foot in there. He can tell his soon to be husband put his personal touches in the place, it looks good.

“Khun Anakinn, follow me please.” A guard says.

He walks behind the man and watches as he pushes open two huge heavy doors. It’s nearly pitch black in the room. In the distance, he can see some candles flickering. Then, the door behind him shuts leaving no natural light anymore besides the soft glow of the candles. He walks towards them, slowly and cautiously.

“Porsche?” he calls out. “What is this?”

“Khun Kinn, please come here.”

Anakinn can hear Porsche’s voice. It sounds mysterious, seductive and demanding all at once. His cock stirs in his pants yet he feels on high alert as he checks his surroundings. “What the actual fuck is this?”

When he walks into the room, he’s surrounded by 10 men in all dark red cloaks. The hoods cover their faces and they all have their heads bowed down. “Welcome to the ritual, sweetheart.”

There stands his fiancé in all his glory. He looks, different. His hair is styled nicely, he is wearing black fitted slacks that hug every single curve with an all black dress shirt that is buttoned up all the way to his neck. “What am I doing here, Porsche?”

“Would you die for me, Kinn?” Porsche questions with a serious tone.

Anakinn’s eyebrows furrow as he stares at his fiancé. He’s definitely outnumbered in this chamber full of Reapers. But the image before him makes him not care. “Without hesitation.”

“And would you live for me?”

“Always…”

“Would you kill for me?” Porsche walks up to Anakinn and grabs his hand and leads him in front of two hooded men who is holding onto a third man who is making muffled noises.

“If anyone tries to harm you, I’d kill them in a heartbeat. Why?”

Then, Porsche takes the hood off the man making the muffled noises and Anakinn’s eyes widen. “What is this!” He yells.

The reapers quickly gather around an agitated Anakinn and hold him by his arms tightly.

“It’s your father, of course.” Porsche pushes the old man towards Anakinn, making him bump into his chest.

“Anakinn! Son, whatever he says to you just know he’s lying!”

“You said you’d kill for me, Kinn. Now, I need you to hold true to your word.” He places a gun in Anakinn’s hand and motions for the Reapers to let him and his father go. “This is the ritual, if you don’t complete it, then we don’t get married.”

“But he’s my father, Porsche.”

“I’m well aware.” His tone is ruthless and cold.

For the first time in Anakinn’s life since his mother’s death, a tear falls from his eyes. He holds up the gun, his hand trembling. He points it to his father’s head as memories from his childhood floods back. He remembers the good times when his mother was alive. How she would be making them breakfast and his father would be behind her, kissing her face while they all laughed.

“Time is ticking, Kinn. You have ten seconds left.”

“You didn’t tell me this was timed.”

“Eight seconds now.”

“Why are you doing this, Porsche.”

“Four seconds.”

“Anakinn, don’t!!!” Korn yells.

“Two… One…”

Then a shot is fired. Korn’s body hits the floor and Anakinn stands there with smoke coming out the barrel.

“Congrats, baby. You did it.” He walks up to Anakinn and plants a kiss on his lips.

Anakinn presses the gun underneath Porsche’s chin and firmly holds it there. Porsche can feel the hot barrel slightly burn his skin.

“He deserved it.” Porsche grits through his teeth.

“Tell me what happened before I blow your brains out.”

“Ok, but put the gun down first will you?” he chuckles.

Anakinn removes it and Porsche leads him out of the chamber and into his office.

“Sit.” He demands. Anakinn glares at him and does as he’s told. Too many Reaper’s around to dare do anything.

“Here…” He throws a file down on his desk and slides it towards Anakinn. “See what your daddy has been up to.”

Anakinn opens the files and heat begins to rise throughout his body from what he sees. “H- he helped Kylo kill my mother!!!” he yells.

“Oh, that’s not all of it. Seems like he also had Kylo kidnap me as well. He told Kylo to kidnap me and marry me so he can have more power. Of course, Korn wouldn’t actually let that happen. Apparently, he was going to kill Kylo before we said our I do’s and he was going to marry me himself.”

“What the fuck… My father? Marry you?”

“You really think your father would hand over the most powerful society over to you? While I was away, I had my men dig deeper into my kidnapping and our pasts. Your father was behind everything. The puppet master if you will.”

“That bastard!” He throws the file across the room and the papers fly out, slowly falling to the ground. “Why would be do this. All this time he’s been lying to my face. My mother… why?”

“Because she found out his intentions. He’s been planning this for over a decade. Once she grabbed wind, he has Kylo and his brothers murder her.”

Anakinn falls to his knees and Porsche stands up and quickly walks around his desk to comfort him. “I would never have you do something like that for no reason, Kinn. I’m sorry for all he did. But I felt it wasn’t my right to take his life. It was yours.”

With eyes full of tears, he looks up at Porsche and throws his arms around his neck, placing their foreheads together. “Thank you.”

“I’d do anything for you as well, Kinn. Now, we can both truly move on and be happy. I know it won’t be easy, we both have so much shit to work on. But, we can do this.”

“Don’t tell a soul that I’m crying.”

Porsche laughs and kisses his forehead. “The only person to see this side of you is me. Out there, you’re Anakinn Theerapanyakul. To me, you’re Kinn.”

They spend hours sitting on the ground, letting what just happened truly sink in.

“We should head home, we have a wedding tomorrow.” Porsche helps Anakinn up and they head back to their place.

~

“Wedding time!” the planner yells.

Anakinn stands at the alter waiting for his soon to be husband. He glances around at the beautiful décor. Porsche really went all out. He has black and red roses everywhere. The aisle has white petals on the ground with a black runner underneath. What Anakinn loves the most is how there are little people there. On his side sits Tankhun, Kim and some of his most trusted guards. On Porsche’s side sits his brother Porschay, his two best friends and a woman named Yok.

“Shit…” Anakinn says out loud when he sees Porsche walk down the aisle accompanied by Ankou, the oldest Reaper.

He wears an all-white fitted suit to match Anakinn’s. But his mouth drops when he realizes that this sexy fiancé of his is wearing a cream-colored corset around his torso.

“Fuck…” Anakinn says out loud.

“Brother, have some decency!” Tankhun laughs.

“Your jaw is on the floor, brother. Pick it up…” Kim shouts.

“Shut up, Kim!” Porschay yells. Kim glares over at Chay and his heart speeds up when he gets a good look at the boy for the first time.

“Anything for you, beautiful.” He smirks.

“Are all Theerapanyakul’s sharks?” Porsche whispers to Anakinn when he gets to the alter.

“I’m the only shark that matters here.” He pulls Porsche in and bites his lip when he sees how much the corset hugs his lithe waist. “You are such a fucking tease for wearing this. In front of them no less.” He growls with a seductive grin.

“Behave… We can have fun after the ceremony.”

Ankou shakes his head and chuckles as he walks off to go join Porschay. It wouldn’t be a mafia wedding if guards weren’t standing at the back of course.

They exchange their vows and they head to Hum Bar for the party. Everyone is getting absolutely plastered. Anakinn and Porsche sneak out and head to the pier nearby.

“You are so fucking beautiful, baby.” Anakinn kisses all over Porsche’s neck, sinking his teeth into his skin every chance he gets.

“Fuck, Kinn… Not here.”

While they are having their moment, a man walks up to them and makes a sound as if he’s vomiting. “Queers don’t deserve to live!” He yells.

“I suggest you walk away before you get hurt.” Porsche warns.

“Fuck you, queer!!!” the man spits back.

Anakinn pulls out his gun with a silencer already attached and shoots the man multiple times. He falls to the ground and he drags him to the edge of the peer and throws his body into the water.

“No one talks to you like that.”

Porsche gleams and pulls him in for a deep kiss. “There’s my asshole.”

“Only you see this side of me, remember?”

“How could I forget?” Porsche answers.

“Forever, doll face. Even in the afterlife, I will find you. Not even death can do us part.”

-The End-