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Sky was officially done being pregnant.  Though he and Prapai had tried for years, it wasn’t until Sky’s long-lost twin brother, Peat, helped them finally, FINALLY get pregnant.  After one magical night…which was both terrifying and eye-opening, Sky was now one month away from giving birth to twins.

He’d been tricked.  

Not really, but that’s how he felt.  Everyone he knew who had been pregnant and given birth had told him it was a beautiful and magical experience…

‘Magical, his ass!’

It wasn’t until the four-month mark of his pregnancy that…at the risk of sounding like an ungrateful idiot, he started asking his twin (who’d given birth to three sets of twins!) if Sky’s nightmare of a morning sickness was normal.

Peat was the only person that told him the ugly, annoying, and bizarre truth of omega pregnancies.  From little things like swollen feet, stretch marks, and heartburn.  To the honest-to-gods bullshit of chronic back pain, lactating nipples, AND, how could anyone forget: curing the worst kind of morning sickness by daily ingesting his mate’s cum.

Fuck that noise.  And his brother did this three times?!

Sky loved his husband, and he loved giving him head.  But with the twins sitting low on his back or bouncing on his bladder, Sky felt more and more inclined to bite the thing off if Prapai tried to dangle it near his face!

Now, with merely four weeks away, a new pregnancy surprise has reared its monstrous head…

Sky was horny.  All the damn time!

His nipples had moved on from being uncomfortably painful to overly sensitive.  Tingling deliciously every time his shirt brushed over them.  On top of that, Sky’s hormones were raging for his mate like an animal in heat.

He attacked Pai at random moments, day or night.  He sent his husband R-rated text messages during work hours and, at one point, used Pai’s own police handcuffs to chain him down.  Riding his husband wantonly all morning until he couldn’t move.

Sky knew he’d never live down the fact that he held the phone to Prapai’s ear, forcing him to call in sick, while still squeezing and bouncing on that dick like it was his favorite theme park ride.

Now, with his heavy belly, it was getting harder and harder to enjoy sex.  If Sky didn’t fear falling from the sex swing in the downstairs moon-room, he’d be swinging from it until the babies were born.

Today was a new low; having finished up with his teaching job to rest at home, Sky was now horny AND bored…and uncomfortable.  The moment Pai walked through the door, Sky was ripping at his police uniform and biting his chest until he left vicious little teeth marks.  

His husband had groaned in delight, picking him up like he weighed nothing and carrying Sky to the bedroom.  After making out like teenagers, they switched to every position (even trying the one Peat recommended), but with the way the twins were resting, Sky suddenly burst into hopeless tears.

He was so horny he could taste it, but so unbelievably uncomfortable that angry, frustrated sobs took hold of him.  Prapai wrapped Sky up in a thick blanket and tucked him into bed.  He continued to take care of him; tucking in the long body pillow on one side of Sky before ordering in their favorite takeaway.

Prapai helped feed Sky, then helped him to the bathroom to bathe and brush his teeth.  His husband tucked him back into bed once more, then spent the next few hours rubbing Sky’s swollen feet and ankles with a soothing balm Auntie Agnus had made for him.

If there was ever an award for best husband, Prapai would win it hands down.

“You’re amazing, you know that?”  Sky mumbled, letting his fingers graze over his husband's rose tattoos.

“Says the little fox growing two little people in his body.”  Prapai snorted, fingers massaging Sky’s calf muscle.

Every now and then Sky’s sleep shirt lifted, giving Pai an eyeful.  He loved the way his husband stared at him, like he was the most beautiful, sexiest creature in the world.

“Once these little ones are out, I want to do something special for you…”  He said, spreading out his thighs just a little.

“Cookie, every damn day I get to wake up next to you IS special.”  Pai said, yellow glowing eyes staring into his own.

“I meant sexually, you silly werewolf!”  Sky tried to playfully kick his husband, but the pressure on his spine had him groaning in pain.

Prapai helped him turn over to the side, lifting his thigh to drape over the body pillow.  His mate curled around his back, kissing Sky’s shoulder gently and resting his warm hand on Sky’s backside, patting it gently.

It strangely made Sky feel like a child, but considering his childhood wasn’t particularly nice, he enjoyed the extra care.  And it seemed to be the only way he could fall asleep these days.

When Sky opened his eyes, he found himself sitting across from his brother, Peat.  They were in the interrogation room of Prapai’s station, with its grey floor and wall-length mirror.  Sky knew this room well, though not the real one…

Underland wasn’t a place they’d been able to find the time to visit lately, but Sky couldn’t deny that he missed their dream world.  Over the years it had given both him and Prapai a quiet place to relax.  Not to mention fulfilling every deviant desire of theirs.

Prapai wasn’t able to separate his two halves anymore.  Instead, he created a carbon copy with sheer will of mind, giving in to Sky’s deep need to be taken from both ends.  Sky had been introduced to sex with his best friend/now husband and his husband’s darker, monstrous other half.  And without the threat of ripping and getting damaged in Underland, the two of them shared some of the most depraved sexual experiences.

Who else is better to experience it with than your soulmate?

“Paiiiiiii, not that I don’t love where your head is at, but why is my twin brother here?”

The door to the side opened, and his husband walked in, looking like a whole meal.  His police uniform was a little tighter than usual, just the way Sky liked it.  His tattoo sleeves were visible on both of his thick, muscular arms.

“Well, you said you wanted to give me something special…”

Sky’s mind went blank before he looked at Peat, then back to Prapai.

“That’s my brother.”  He said, pointing to the carbon copy of his twin.

“What?  You like having sex with my twin, and my beast…and my wolf…”

Sky blushed.  Having sex with Prapai in his wolfman form was scary, yet thrilling.  Having sex with his wolf form was something Sky still wasn’t willing to admit liking.  Rationally, he knew it was his husband… But when he found himself in front of a wall-length mirror, on all fours with a large black and silver wolf pinning him down… Well…

“That’s completely different!  That’s another half of you!  Peat is my BROTHER!”

Saying it too slowly, as if speaking to a child.  A dumb, horny child.  Prapai nodded to Peat, who vacated the seat across from him to stand on Sky’s side of the table.  His stupid husband grinned, sat in the empty seat, flexing his thick chest as a way of distracting Sky.

It almost worked too, as Sky felt his body flush.  Fingers itching to grope and make titty biscuits with his husband’s ample pecs.

“This is incest.  Pai, no.”  Sky said, staring at the Underland shadow of Peat.

He looked exactly the same.  Pretty brown curly hair and pretty golden-brown tricolored eyes.  Peat’s body was a little more feminine than Sky’s, with curvier hips and a more pronounced chest.  Tourists couldn’t tell if Peat was a man or a woman; he was just stunningly beautiful.

And though Sky was just as lovely, there was no mistaking him for a woman.  Still, it didn’t stop him from dressing more androgynously.

Sky’s twin was softer in personality.  Sweet and gently spoken, he smiled a lot, didn’t swear much, and was unbelievably kind.  As opposed to Sky, who grew up around boisterous werewolves and shapeshifters.  He kept a swear-jar on his desk at school, he tackled his husband sporadically before he got pregnant, and he was overly sarky at the best of times.

He felt his face begin to frown as he stared at his beautiful twin.  It wasn’t the first time Sky felt a little self-conscious around him.  Peat was the type of omega every alpha craved.  It was just lucky for his twin that he married an absolute psycho, whose obsession was to protect him from the horny masses.

“Cookie…  Stand up.”  His husband said softly.

Sky rose to his feet, looking at himself in the mirrored wall ahead.  He’d stopped coloring his white hair pink, worried about the dye while pregnant.  He hadn’t changed forms either, too scared of what shifting into his briar-fox form would do to the babies.

In Underland, he wasn’t pregnant, but if they walked into the black forest and found the briar-roses.  Under them, in a small, warm nest, was Sky’s seven-tailed fox, snoozing around one tiny fox pup and one large white and silver wolf pup.  All while Prapai’s wolf guarded the roses.

This dream world gave Prapai and Sky the freedom to throw each other around like they were teenagers again, without the threat of harming themselves or their growing babies.

Peat moved behind him quietly, placing his hands on Sky’s shoulders before gently dragging them down his arms, fingers brushing over the insides of Sky’s wrists.  Those slim fingers moved under Sky’s arms slowly, pausing under his arms to cup his ribcage.  

Unfamiliar hands continued to move over Sky’s chest, cupping his pecs before pulling back, purposely brushing those fingers over Sky’s nipples.

Prapai sat back comfortably, watching every little movement like a wolf watches a rabbit.  He lifted his yellow eyes to lock onto Sky’s, and they held their gaze as Sky’s twin dragged his hands over his ribs, over his hips, and eventually down his legs.

Although it did nothing for Sky to be touched by his brother…  Or a copy of his brother.  The hungry, lustful gaze of his husband was enough to make Sky’s length thicken.  When Peat moved his hands up the inner part of his legs, Sky worried his bottom lip, hoping he wasn’t going to feel what he knew was coming.

Sky braced himself, but just before those slim, gentle fingers touched his privates, his twin moved his hands away.  

Sighing in relief, Sky scowled at his grinning husband.

“Take your clothes off.”  The stupid werewolf ordered.

“No.”  He said stubbornly.

But seconds after he refused, the clothes he was wearing disintegrated off his skin, disappearing the moment they hit the grey floor.

“Hop on the table.”  Prapai said casually.

Sky turned towards Peat, surprised to see he was still dressed.

“Question: why am I the only one naked?”  He asked, turning a single finger around the room to point at all three of them.

“Because you are the only one I desire to see naked.”

Sky couldn’t help but smile.  That was a good answer…

‘Fine!’  He thought before hopping up on the interviewing table.

“Lay on your back, head to me.”  

Sky lay back, head resting on the table while his legs dangled over the other side.  His husband leaned forward, running his hands over Sky’s thighs before gripping behind both knees to lift and bend his legs back.

Prapai’s skin was hot, making Sky want to crawl in his arms and bathe in it.  With his bent knees almost kissing his chest, Sky jumped when he felt slim fingers brush over his spread thighs.

“Ummm…how about we skip on the twincest, and you can give me a cavity search instead?”  Sky said nervously as his brother’s fingers were moving dangerously close to his hard cock.

“Peat is my little helper today.  He’s gonna check to see if you’re hiding anything on you…  Or in you.  While I watch.”

Sky laughed anxiously, wondering if there was something he could offer Pai to reconsider.

“What are the chances that you two will let me off with a warning?  Pai… Seriously, this is a little weird.  Ah!!!”

Those slim, gentle fingers found his opening and pressed two digits against it.  Peat’s other hand moved up to cup over Sky’s length, making him squirm on the table.

“No, I was wrong…  This is very, very weird.  Pai!”

Sky wriggled and tried to pull his husband's hands free of his legs, only to feel handcuffs curl around his wrists, chaining him to the edge of the table.

“Shhh… There’s no reason to fret, my love.  It’s not the first time I’ve watched you get fingered by someone else.”

Sky tried not to kick out the moment he felt one of those slim fingers brush over the tip of his cock.

“That was different!  That was still you!”  Panic laced with a little fear made his body ignite.  It caused his opening to start dripping with slick.

Prapai sniffed the air like a beast and leaned over, kissing Sky’s lips.  With his mouth trapped in a fiery kiss, Sky was stuck in place, body shivering and dripping as he felt his twin’s fingers coat themselves in slick and press forward, stretching out that tight ring of muscle.

Sky felt his head spin, struggling to breathe as his husband sucked viciously on his tongue.  Peat found Sky’s prostate quickly, rubbing over it so gently that Sky felt his hips press down for better leverage.

His twin’s hand circled around his length, using the fluid that gathered on his stomach to soften his touch even more.  It was too slow, too gentle.  Sky wasn’t a fan of pain, but he needed a rougher touch.

Prapai released his lips, only to sit down on the chair behind him and watch ‘the show’.

“Paiiiiiii…”

His husband grinned, leaning over to capture Sky’s pink nipples between his thumb and forefinger.  Prapai plucked at his little nubs, rolling them as they started to pebble.  His husband knew how to apply the right amount of pressure, and it wasn’t difficult to make Sky climax just from playing with his nipples alone.

Sky whined when he felt Peat add a third finger, before twisting and scissoring them out wide.  The hand gripping his length began to softly run up and down it.  Prapai moved his chair closer, leaning forward and lifting Sky’s head to rest on his shoulder.

“Nooopppe!”  Sky said, squeezing his eyes shut.

“What?  Don’t like seeing your twin brother jacking you off?  How does it feel to have his fingers stretching your little hole?”

Prapai whispered hotly against Sky’s ear, causing his skin to break out in gooseflesh.

“You fucking suck!”  Sky yelled, breath catching when Peat pressed his little and last finger against his opening.

“What’s wrong, my delicious little mate?  Your brother’s fingers are a lot smaller than mine…”

Sky shuddered as his nipples were flicked and rolled in time with Peat’s gentle massage over his sweet spot.  The four fingers inside his channel fanned out, causing a cold shiver to run over his body.

Though there were plenty of nights in Underland when Sky had begged for both his husband and his husband’s dark half to share his body, forcing his opening to stretch wider than ever before.  It didn’t matter that Peat’s fingers were finer than Prapai’s, because Sky was very, very aware of WHOSE fingers were stretching out his insides.

Making everything feel hypersensitive.

Sky wanted to snap his legs shut and chain his husband to the wall.  He wanted to spank that magnificent ass black and blue.  But instead, Sky found his body rocking on the table, feeling his pending orgasm just over the hill.  Prapai licked the shell of his ear before nipping the side of Sky’s neck.

“All that whining…  Now look at you.  Rocking on your brother’s fingers.  I can practically hear how wet you’re getting as Peat jerks your pretty cock.”

His insides clenched around Peat’s fingers, making his hips shake.  Sky panted as his brother’s hand gripped his length firmer, twisting gently at the tip, before moving up and down his hard flesh.

“Just…ah!  Just you wait, Moony.  The moment it’s my turn, your ass is grass!  Ahh…fuck!”

Peat’s hands were moving faster, hitting all the best spots.  Prapai’s fingers on his nipples were taking turns with the pressure.  Playing with one roughly, while the other was pinched gently, brushing the tip of his finger over it back and forth.

Sky’s back arched, his climax edging closer until…

“What?  Huh?”

Both Prapai and Peat stepped away, taking their hands off Sky’s body while his climax rose and slowly faded away, leaving Sky shaky and frustrated.

“You bastard!  Get over here and get me off!”

His husband grinned wickedly, those yellow eyes glowing with mischief.

“Paiiiiiii…I want to cum.”  Sky whined.  Hands itching to throttle the grinning werewolf.

Sky’s hands were released from their handcuffs, but before he could grab his length, Prapai dragged him off the table and onto his lap.  Those rough, calloused hands were on him instantly, pumping his cock quickly while another hand wrapped around his neck.

His climax came barreling around quickly, as those fingers around his neck moved to press at his lips.  Sky sucked three in, letting his husband expertly massage them over his tongue.  Every time Sky felt those fingers work their way deeper into his throat, his insides tightened and his hips bucked into that perfect grip.

His orgasm was so close, he could practically feel it leaning over the edge.  Sky breathed hard, body grinding over his husband, until those hands pulled away, holding off his release once again.

“No no no no…  Please… I want to cum… Please, Pai.”  He begged.

“How badly do you want to cum?”  His husband whispered hotly against his ear.

The question didn’t bode well for Sky, but he was so horny at that moment that had Prapai asked him to, he would have humped his leg like an animal.

Peat stepped forward, then knelt between Sky’s shaking thighs.  Sky shook his head, his refusal on the tip of his tongue.  His brother’s fingers were back at his opening, rubbing over his heated flesh so gently that Sky whined.

“Keep your hands on your ass and spread yourself.  If you move them, I won’t let you cum.”

Sky pouted and pinched his husband's thick thigh but still moved his hands down to his butt, cupping his cheeks and spreading himself.  When Peat leaned forward, Sky gasped and looked away, eyes squeezing shut.

“Open your eyes, cookie.”

Prapai carded a hand in Sky’s hair, only to force his face down.  His other hand cupped Sky’s length, making him pant and squirm.

“I want you to watch as your twin tastes you.  I want to watch your body twitch as your brother swallows around your cock.  How warm would it be?  How tight would that delicate throat feel?”

Sky shook his head.  It was wrong.  It was so dirty!  Yet his length was leaking at every word Prapai growled into his neck.  His hot breath brushed over Sky’s shoulder and chest, making his nipples tingle.

“Please…  Pai…  Not… that, please.”

How could Sky ever look his brother in the eye afterwards?

“Ok, cookie.  You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

Prapai kissed Sky’s neck, nipping at his skin as he sighed in relief.  Peat smoothed his hands up and down Sky’s quivering thighs before taking his length into his hand once again, pumping it deliciously before stopping the moment Sky felt his orgasm roll up.

Head thumping back against his husband’s shoulder in tortured frustration, Sky whined when he felt a single slim finger press into his channel, brushing gently over his prostate.  Had it been Pai between his thighs, Sky would have kicked out, but even if Peat was only an Underland shadow, there was no way he was going to hurt his lovely, gentle brother.  Real or not.

Sky whimpered when he felt the soft touch of Peat’s hand gripping his length again.  But this time, he only pumped it over the tip of him, tensing his length until Sky squirmed in Prapai’s lap.

“It’s a little dry…”

Sky could practically hear his husband grinning behind him.

“Then let him suck it.  That will get it plenty wet…”

“No, fuck you very much!”  Sky said, yet his eyelashes fluttered and his toes began to curl as his brother’s finger beckoned inside him, rubbing over his sweet spot.

Prapai moved to play with Sky’s nipples, pinching and plucking them.  His breath sped up again, and soon enough, Sky was rocking back and forth on Pai's lap while his brother pressed another slim finger inside him.

“Please… I want to cum.”  Sky begged, tears beginning to pool in his eyes.

He was squeezing his butt-cheeks so hard, his fingers were starting to hurt.

“You know what I want…”  Prapai whispered, rubbing his own thickness under Sky’s ass.

“I… can’t… Please don’t make me…”

His body shuddered from neck to toes in a phantom climax while Prapai licked and nibbled on his mating mark.

“Cookie, I would never make you do anything…  But the only way you’re cumming is down your brother’s throat.”

Sky’s body convulsed as his brother increased the pressure on his prostate.  He was being milked sinfully, yet every time he got close to climaxing, both Peat and Prapai took their hands off him.

“No! No! No!  Please… Pai, I’ll do anything.”

Tears rolled down Sky’s cheeks.  His length was a painful, vibrant pink.  He was continuously leaking from the front and the back.  Had Peat not been moving his hand tortuously slow, Sky would’ve been embarrassed by the wet noises his body most likely would have made.

“Ok, cookie.  It’s ok.”

Sky felt himself sob as Peat pulled away, only for his brother to stand and zip his pants.  Sky watched through a dizzying haze as his twin pulled out his own length, gently running his slim, pretty fingers over the delicate flesh.

Prapai leaned back, lifting Sky further up into his lap while Peat climbed on next to him.  His husband moved them around, one thigh over the other.

“You can cum after he does…”  Prapai said, kissing along Sky’s shoulder.

Reaching between them, Sky took his brother's hard length and circled his hand around it.  It felt strange in his hand, nowhere near the monstrous size of his husband's.  Peat cupped Sky’s opening, collecting his slick before wrapping his hands around Sky’s cock.

Peat pumped the base while twisting and massaging the tip.  Sky’s climax rolled forward like a runaway train, and in his blinding panic not to cum first, Sky gripped his brother’s backside, pulling him in closer, and bringing their length together.  They both worked together to get each other off.

To say it was different was an understatement.  Peat was so slim and light, he was easy to maneuver, and there was no suffocating weight as they pressed against each other.  Prapai rubbed his own length against Sky’s backside, while Sky practically clung to his twin, rutting their hips together.

Sky felt his orgasm on the cusp of falling into bliss, yet Peat still hadn’t come yet.  Sweat began to trickle down his neck; his thighs and calf muscles were cramping from the tension of holding off his climax.

New tears of frustration pooled and fell, before Sky began to beg again.

“Please…  I need to cum…”

“You can…  We he does.”

Sky’s hips were aching, his butt balancing on Pai’s lap was getting uncomfortable, and his cock was so close to cumming that he felt like it was about to melt between his and Peat’s hands.

Prapai’s mouth was sucking and licking the mating mark on his neck, sending the sensation all over Sky’s body.  Peat leaned over and did the same on the other side, adding an alien feeling that felt like icy pinpricks.

Sky gripped Peat’s hand still when he felt his climax closing in.  He pushed his brother gently to his feet and up against the table until Peat moved to sit up on it.  

Sky was good with his hands, but he was better with his mouth, yet he still couldn’t bring himself to cross that line.  Licking his hand, Sky circled around Peat’s hard length, noticing it hadn’t dripped as much as he had.

He squeezed the flushed flesh, accidentally pressing too hard when he shifted.  His brother’s length twitched in his hand.  Clarity dawned on him like a slap on the ass.  Peat liked pain.  How had he forgotten that?!

Prapai and Fort had taken to each other like best-friends from another life.  Bonding over cooking, plants, and guns.  They bonded over their omega mates, getting drunk one night and swapping stories after dinner while Sky and Peat melted at the table from sheer embarrassment.

That ‘sex’ room in their house alone was enough to shock Sky.  Considering how sweet and gentle Peat’s personality was.  Had Sky not felt the love and respect his brother and his alpha mate had for each other, Sky would have been the first to worry about abuse.

Sky pushed at Peat’s chest, slamming him against the interview table.  He took his brother’s length firmly within his hand and started to pump it quickly.  Peat’s lips parted, sucking in air.  Moving his free hand, Sky pinched the tip of Peat’s length cruelly.  

His brother whimpered at the pain, but his shaky hips still pressed up for more.  Sky caught movement to his left and spotted his husband, coming around the table for a better view.  He unzipped his pants, reaching in to pull out his heavy, hard length.  

Sky always loved how Prapai’s cock was too heavy to stand erect.  It made his insides tighten every time he thought about that monstrous thing stretching him out.

“Don’t stop on my account…”  His husband said smoothly.

Prapai was a sight to be seen.  Thick and rippling with muscle.  His body was covered in tattoos, stopping at his neck.  He looked like a red-flag-waving thug from a BL manhwa.  And with his police uniform on, Prapai was a living, breathing, walking wet dream.

Sky leaned over his brother, bringing their lengths together once again.  His husband twisted his hand around his own length, causing a small pearl to leak from the tip.  Sky wanted to lean over and lick it, but he also wanted Pai to suffer a little.

“If I can’t cum before Peat…then you can’t cum before me…understood?”

Pai hummed happily, nodding before dragging his chair over to get comfortable.  Sky scowled, and thought hard before a hiss of discomfort escaped his husband's lips.  Around the base of Prapai’s thickness was a black ribbon, pulled painfully tight.

Sky looked down at his brother and thought about his naked skin against his own.  It made him feel all funny in his gut, but the moment Peat’s clothes disappeared and the two of them were skin to skin, the werewolf in the corner watching let out a pitiful whine.

“I suddenly understand the appeal of twins.”  Pai said hotly as his hand moved over his own length, twisting at the tip every so often.

Smiling, Sky climbed up onto the table and straddled Peat’s thighs.  He ground his hips against his brothers, as Peat’s hands moved to cup Sky’s backside, forcing them closer.

Prapai’s chest was moving quickly as he panted.  Eyes trained on Sky and Peat.  Rolling his hips, Sky thrust their cocks together, keeping them trapped in his grip.  His free hand moved over his brother’s chest, feeling how soft his pecs were.

Breastfeeding had made Peat’s nipples naturally puffier than Sky’s, and he couldn’t deny it was a good look.

“Fuck…”  Prapai whined.

Sky grinned at his husband and pinched his twin's nipple hard, causing Peat to gasp and arch up.  The look in his Pai’s eyes was enough for Sky to forget himself for a moment and lean forward, taking his brother’s pink, puffy nipple into his mouth and sucking on it hard.

Prapai swore, taking his hand off his cock while it throbbed and twitched painfully.

“Shit…fuck!  We’re so doing this again.  That’s fucking hot!”

Sky pulled up, an eyebrow raised while he rubbed against his brother.

“Who said you could stop?  Hands back.”  He said, head nodding towards his husband's lap.

Prapai grinned.  “Yes, sir.”

Those luscious, thick thighs of his spread before taking his cock in both hands and working it like it owed him money.  Sky laughed, knowing how much Prapai liked to be edged.  He watched his husband leisurely while pinching and rolling Peat’s nipple sharply.

With Pai’s eyes on him, Sky went back to tasting his brother’s chest.  Sucking and dragging his teeth over the soft flesh before latching onto a pink nipple and biting down hard.  Peat’s body began to shudder and convulse the meaner Sky played.  The more reactive his brother was, the deeper Prapai panted.

“Fuck!”  His husband shouted, taking his hands off his length while his hips jerked up, his thickness dripping and pulsing painfully.

Sky pulled his mouth away.

“Hands back on it!”  He demanded.

Pai nodded, reaching for his cock, only for his hips to jerk.  He was so close to cumming.  

His husband shook his head, knowing any more and he was done.

“I can’t….  I can’t…”  Pai said breathlessly.

Grinning to himself, Sky pulled away from his twin, taking his hands off him and putting space between them.  When Pai realized what Sky was doing, he moaned in defeat and grabbed his cock roughly, pumping it once again while his whole body shuddered and protested.

Sky looked down at his brother and took his hand, squeezing it gently.

“I’m really, really sorry.”  He said, looking into those pretty tricolored eyes.  Peat smiled sweetly and touched Sky’s face.  As if to say: ‘I get it; my husband is a pervert too.’

Sky leaned in, pressing their lengths together.  He rolled his hips while palming his twin’s chest.  Peat’s hands found Sky’s waist, and they worked together, building up a sinful rhythm.  Moving his mouth over one of Peat’s nipples, he pinched the nub hard before flicking the tip of his tongue over the middle.

On the other side, Sky’s fingers were rolling and pulling at his twin’s nipple viciously.  Peat gasped, arching his back, and pulled Sky’s waist in, pressing their hips together tightly.  On the chair, Prapai was a convulsing mess.  His thighs shook with tension, while his hand merely held the base of his cock.

His thickness jumped to the beat of his heart, colored in an angry pink.  

“Keep fucking your hand, hubby; I didn’t tell you to stop.”

Prapai nodded, but barely moved his hand.

“Come here.”  Sky demanded.

His husband rose on shaky legs and slowly walked closer to the table.  Sky pointed to the empty space behind him and smirked as Prapai groaned.  From years of experience, Sky knew this table had been placed under a LOT of pressure, so Prapai climbing up on top of it was nothing.

“You wanted a show…  Now you’re part of the show.”

Sky reached around as his husband knelt closer, being careful not to crush Peat or Sky’s legs.  That thickness in his hand jumped the second Sky touched it.  Collecting the slick that soaked his thighs, Sky rubbed the slippery sweetness along Prapai’s length.

The fat tip pressed against Sky’s opening, and he growled as he felt his body move back, taking it in.  

Fuck!  He loved how big his husband was.

“Fucccckkkkk…  I’m not gonna last.”  His mate panted.

“Yes, you fucking will!  This is all your fault.  So take responsibility for it!”  Sky snapped, grinning as he let go of Pai's cock to slap his thigh hard.

Sky lay over his brother, rubbing their length together while one hand played with Peat’s nipple, and the other hand dug into Pai’s thick thigh.

“Move, Pai.”  He ordered.  Biting his brother’s chest as their hips rolled.

The thickness inside his channel began to move slowly.  Sky could feel every twitch, every jump as it shifted.  He knew if his husband started moving faster, he wasn’t going to last himself, but he still needed to get his twin off.

Reaching deep inside himself, Sky released his briar-vines, feeling them slither from the base of his spine and wrap around Peat’s throat.

“Fuck… Shit!”

Prapai’s length pulsed inside him as he felt the familiar rose vines grow between their bodies.  Sky forced his vines to tighten around his twin’s throat, letting the sharp thorns drag lightly over his fair skin.  Causing his brother to shiver and convulse.

Sky rolled his hips faster, pinching Peat’s nipple until a thorn slithered over, dragging across the sensitive flesh.  His twin convulsed and arched his back until another thorn moved to sit against his other nub, pricking it lightly.

“Harder…I need…”  Sky demanded.  Pulling Pai in deeper, as he felt his twin begin to climax under him.

The vine around Peat’s neck cut off his air supply, while the two single thorns threatening his pretty nipples finally pressed into the delicate flesh.  Prapai began whipping his hips, forcing Sky to rut against his twin until Peat’s entire body lifted and went still.

His brother’s release flooded between them, giving way to Sky’s own climax as his husband pounded against his prostate.  Screaming, Sky collapsed, wrapping his arms around his twin’s body for support, as Prapai fucked him hard and fast.  Sky pulled back his vines, freeing Peat.

“Paiiiiii…I’ve…ahhh ugh!  I’ve cum!  Stop!”  He choked out.

But his husband only went deeper.  Hitting that spot at the end of him.  Sky clung to his twin, begging Prapai to finish, yet loving the post-climactic spasms.

“The…ha ah!  Ribbon...fuck…too tight!”  Prapai growled wildly, gripping onto Sky’s shoulder and pulling him back onto each brutal thrust.

Tears of pleasure and torment slipped down Sky’s cheeks as a new type of climax approached.  His insides were being rearranged as he clung to Peat desperately.  His twin's hands moved over his skin, and for a moment, Sky thought his brother was going to hug him back.

But those slim hands moved to his backside and spread Sky’s cheeks, giving Prapai even more access as he pounded into him like a beast.

‘Traitors!  Both of them!’  He thought as his body shook.  Wet, and obscene sounds filled that interview room.  Sky turned his head, catching a glimpse of them in the wall-length mirror.

The sight of his gorgeous husband fucking him like an animal, while his sweet, gentle twin held him still, was too much for Sky to bear.  His climax ripped him apart, spraying his release against his brother, while his slick shot out around Prapai’s thickness.

Sky felt his husband reach down to pull the black ribbon around the base of him, flicking his hips hard and burying himself so deep that Peat’s eyelashes fluttered when that thickness inside Sky poked his twin’s belly.

His husband flooded the deepest parts of him, making Sky hiccup and sob as he felt his belly swell.  Underneath him, Peat reached up and tucked a lock of white hair behind Sky’s ear before leaning up and giving Sky a soft chase kiss on the lips.

His brother pulled back, resting his head against the table before smiling sweetly and closing his eyes.  Sky braced himself above, panting and shivering as his husband stayed inside him, keeping every drop of his release inside his body.

The next morning when Sky woke to his unborn babies bouncing on his bladder, he rolled out of bed and waddled to the bathroom before washing his hands and following the smell of fresh coffee and cooked bacon.

Prapai had set the table and was feeding one of their ginger cats little bits of bacon, while the other two lounged on the floor, snoozing in the morning sun.  His husband turned to look at him and grinned wolfishly.

“Remind me when I have the strength to beat the fuck out of you.”

Sky said, lowering himself to the chair with a groan.

Prapai laughed and brought Sky a tea with honey, before plating their breakfast and sitting across from each other.  They hadn’t made any plans for today.  With the babies close to being born, Prapai had started meal prepping so that Sky always had something in the freezer to eat.

Then they would probably go over to Pai’s parents’ house for dinner.  It was the rugby finals, and Prapai had a bet with his dad and Uncle Frost.

*DING!*

Sky and Pai turned to Prapai’s mobile on the charger.  His husband stood and grabbed it, walking back to the table as he read the message.

“From Uncle Frost?”  Sky asked.  Remembering Bear was coming over to learn how to cook with Pai.

Prapai looked up and grinned, yellow eyes filled with laughter.

“Ohhhhh…what’s wrong?”  Sky groaned.  His husband read out the text.

“Dear Fleabag!  I just spent the last two hours being ridden hard and put away wet by my angel of a mate, after he woke from a dream where he was forced to have sex with his brother while you watched….”

Sky dropped his fork, staring at his husband in shock.

“It doesn’t say that!”

Prapai laughed and passed him the phone.

“Fuck me, it does say that!”  Sky moaned, covering his mouth in horror.

His husband took his phone back and started typing a reply.

“What are you saying?!”

“Dear Breeder, sounds hot.  Let’s set up a playdate for our boys!”  The man read.

“NO!  Give me that fucking phone!”  Sky yelled, waving his hand out desperately.

Prapai shrugged his shoulders.  “Too late, cookie, already sent.”

*DING!*

Groaning, Sky covered his face with his hands but eventually asked.

“What did he say?”

Prapai tipped his head back and laughed.  Sliding the phone over to Sky.  

The message read:  

You’re a sick fuck!  I like it!

Chapter Text

Noeul rolled his eyes as the teenager in front of him played her music so loud that everyone on the bus could hear it through her earphones.

‘You’re gonna go deaf you silly shit!’  He thought, sighing in agitation, then laughed when he realized he sounded like his father.

This was one of the many reasons public transport sucked…the people.

That, and the fact that the last time Noeul needed to catch a bus, he’d used actual money for the fare.  Nowadays, one has to go online, transfer money to an account, and use that little plastic card to pay.

‘What a waste of time!’

He’d caught several different buses from outside the city’s public high school; all at different times, all going to different locations.  Why?

Because for the last three months, five underage omegas had been kidnapped and assaulted; the most recent one had been found beaten to death.  All had been taken from their buses while traveling home from school.

Korea was split into two, with one side viewing omegas as people; with the rights to live, work, and love as equals.  The other side of the country was still stuck in the old ways; where omegas were no better than sex toys and baby-makers.

The police couldn’t do much.  They were 90% lycan; all towering, beefy creatures that would be spotted on a bus by the assailants within seconds.  Their neighbor next door had been dating a cop for the past year, so after Noeul collected as much information as possible, he went to the closest high school, paid a student for their uniform, and bought a bus-pass.

He’d been at it for the last two weeks now, and no one had kidnapped him….yet.

Not that it hadn’t been quiet on the creeper front.  Several men and women of all ages had asked for his line details.  Three nutjobs had tried to follow him home.  And one gross fucker had sat next to him, only to start jerking off…

It felt good to lose his shit and stomp that guy’s ass into the bus’s floor, but Noeul was starting to wonder if that had been the reason the kidnappers had yet to take the bait.

Looking at himself in the window’s reflection; he’d colored his straight blond hair a light brown and spent the afternoon with his hair in hot curlers to get the classic omega curls.  He’d purchased the colored contacts from a higher-end sex shop that gave his eyes the illusion of the golden-brown tricolored eyes all omegas had.

Noeul’s skin hadn’t always been this pale.  For years he’d spent hours and thousands of dollars at clinics to reverse the years of sun damage he’d accumulated from playing sports all through school.  But now, he could stand in the sun for hours and never burn, never blemish.

Being dead certainly had its benefits…

Pulling up to a little waiting area, the bus driver called out, “Last stop!”

A not-so-subtle hint for the remaining three people, Noeul included, to get the fuck off so the driver could head back to the depot and finish his shift.

Standing, Noeul used the glass to discreetly look at the last two people heading to the exit.  One was a large man, dressed in jeans and a dark green hoodie, their face hidden by the black cap they wore. The other was a little old lady, who took forever to get off the bus and almost planted herself face-first into the concrete when stepping off the bus.

The large guy caught the old woman before she fell and helped her walk across the street, before slipping off into a dark side street.

‘Shit!’  Noeul thought.  That guy in the hoodie was his last hope to be kidnapped!

Annoyance bled into disappointment as he realized he’d failed.  Tonight had been his last attempt at finding the kidnapper/s; since come midmorning, he and his lover would be at the airport heading to Thailand.  

They’d spent a good fifty years in Korea, moving from city to city every ten years.  But both of them were getting noticed more often than not by old acquaintances.  Not to mention the crackpot that broke into their apartment and shot his lover in the head a few weeks ago…

Jeab could pass for a vampire if he wore his sunglasses.  After all, Boss had been a vampire.  But Noeul didn’t have the usual markers of a born-vamp.  Nor did he look to be suffering from the disease of a bitten-vamp.

He’d voted they move to Japan, but it was Jeab’s turn to decide.  His choice?  

Thailand!

Not that Noeul didn’t love it there.  He did.  His mother was from there, though she’d passed away a long, long time ago.  The country still very much held a place in his heart.  But it was hot!  For at least eleven months of the year!  

He might not burn anymore, but he sure as hell felt the heat.

Jumping off the bus, Noeul swung his pink bag over his back and jogged across the street, straight to the corner convenience store.  The little old woman had been sorting out her handbag, only to drop her purse as he walked past.

Bending over, Noeul picked up the woman’s purse and handed it to her, then waited for her to finally reach the convenience store steps before holding the door open for her.

“Oh, thank you!  Just a nice young man!” She gushed.

Noeul smiled and waited for her to waddle in, watching her patiently while she struggled with the grocery baskets.  He took a basket for himself once she was done and sighed happily as he looked around the brightly lit store.  With its wall-to-wall snacks and drinks.

Being a creature of comfort, there were many things he was going to miss about Korea, food being one of them.  Once they’d decided to move, he and Jeab had gone out to all his favorite places to eat.  

Now that tonight was a bust, Noeul was planning to fill his empty ‘school’ bag with as many snackables as possible and eat them on the way home.

After paying and jamming everything into his pink bag, Noeul opened a large bag of gummy bears and headed out of the store, opening his phone to play League of Mushroom.

“Op!”

Turning around, Noeul swore under his breath and raced over to the little old lady who had fallen flat on her ass.  She looked like an upside-down turtle as she waved her arms and legs around.

“Here, let me help you!”

“Oh dear!”

He took her small hands in his and pulled her gently to her feet.  Picking up her handbag to hand to her.

“Are you ok?  Should I call someone to come get you?”

She patted his hand and smiled at him warmly.

“No, no, pet.  Don’t you worry; I only live around the corner.”

Noeul kept his face pleasant enough, but internally he was rolling his eyes.  He had a grandfather like this.  Never asked for, or accepted help.  Always needed to be independent, even until the very end.

Nodding to her, Noeul watched her take two steps before she swayed on her feet.  Huffing in amusement, he walked over and took her arm gently.

“I’m heading this way, so why don’t we walk together until you get to your place?”

He hadn’t been.  He’d actually planned to save the forest and restore balance to the world before calling a cab and heading home…

She smiled and patted his face gently.

“Such a lovely young man!”

Noeul smiled and walked along the street arm in arm with her.  Though she looked to be in her late eighties, the funny fact that he had most likely finished highschool well before she was born wasn’t lost on him.

On paper, Noeul had died in a fire that had completely destroyed the grand old Chaikamon Hospital.  And back then, there had been a moment he wished for death a thousand times over as he burned alive inside that brick building.  

Yet, given the choice again, he’d still kick over those petrol cans and light that sucker on fire…

“Oh, just down this way.”  She pointed, turning them towards a tall, stone wall with an old rusty door and its flakey yellow paint.

The street they’d traveled along had gotten darker and darker until only the moonlight illuminated their way.  How this woman was supposed to get home in these conditions was unacceptable.

He’d lost himself to memories once again, and as he looked around them, Noeul noticed that everything was dark.  Not one house was lit up, and not one single street lamp was working.  Had the city council forgotten this place still existed?

The yellow door opened surprisingly quietly for as rusty as it was.  The small courtyard they entered was in disarray; it was probably once a beautiful townhouse, but the years hadn’t been kind to it, and it was now falling apart around its owner.

“The electricity has been out for over a day now, tsk-tsk.  But a lovely man came around to say it would be back on by the morning.  We even get a discount on our next bill!  Well, I said; if it gets me a discount, I plan to cut the power cables more often!”

She laughed and walked up her stone stairs with a little more bounce than she’d had on their way here.  Noeul stood in the dark courtyard, staring up at the pitch-black entrance.  The neighborhood was quiet around him, not a single dog barking or car driving past.

Butterflies fluttered gently in the centre of his stomach as his current situation slowly dawned on him.

“Dear?  Are you there?  I can’t seem to find my candles!  Can I borrow the torch on your phone?”

“Very clever.”  Noeul muttered under his breath.  Even at his age, he still managed to fall into a trap like this.

“Coming!”  He called out.

The butterflies in his stomach went wild as the hair on the back of his neck began to stand up.  He wasn’t alone in the courtyard.  

Noeul could barely see it, but he knew it was there, watching him as he moved closer to the dark doorway.  The creature was massive, pulling in the shadows around it like a cape to hide, yet it mirrored his every step, following him closely from where it crawled along the stone wall.

When Noeul was a kid, he remembered that terrifying feeling of switching the lights off and running to his bed before the monster grabbed him.  Or how he could never leave his foot dangling out of the blankets and risk the monster under the bed grabbing him.

How bizarre it is to think that as a kid, if he managed to get to his bed and under the covers, he’d be safe from the monsters.  Yet, now, he took a monster to bed every night…

So, from experience, Noeul knew that if he made a run for it, that shadowed creature would chase him.  Most likely catch him.  And no doubt devour him.

“Screw this…”  He whispered before turning for the yellow garden door.  

He legged it, ripping the door open as the creature scrambled across the courtyard after him.  Noeul threw himself out onto the street.  Straight into the arms of a tall man…wearing jeans and a dark green hoodie.

Pain to his temple had Noeul blinking at the bright, ugly fluorescent light above him.  

He’d been grabbed, and on instinct, he’d nailed the man in the green hoodie square in the nuts, only to turn and trip over the broken curb.  The last thing Noeul remembered was falling face-first into a stupid street post.

Sitting up with a grunt, he took in his surroundings.  The room was mostly empty, probably no bigger than a two-car garage; it had a concrete floor and two large boarded-up windows.  In the middle of the room stood an empty tripod, which he thought odd, only to finally take notice of the bloody and stained mattress he was sitting on.

“Shit!”  He shouted in disgust, jumping up to brush himself off.  

Good thing he hadn’t planned to keep the uniform, but he’d need a shower in bleach to wash the creep off him.

Noeul looked around the room and suddenly froze in panic.

“Oi!  Where are my fucking snacks?!”

His pink bag was missing, as were his newly bought snackables.  Standing, Noeul stormed over and grabbed the tripod stand, folding it to make a weapon.  If any of those assholes ate his gummy worms, he was going to be livid!

Marching over to the bordered windows, he used the tripod stand to pry one single wooden board off before smashing the stand into the glass window.  Noeul peered out the broken window and could smell something rancid.  Was he at the dump?!

“No wonder the cops couldn’t trace the smell.”

Noeul spotted a grey truck with the city dump logo on the side.  He stared at it, wondering if his kidnappers were stupid enough to leave the keys in the car…

Just like back in the old courtyard, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end.  It was only then that Noeul could see it… Under the van, in the thin space of darkness, two red glowing eyes looked towards him, watching him with hungry intent.

“Lookie here, we’ve got a live one!”

Noeul turned his head to see a short, fat man with a terrible bowl cut pointing at him, while the large man in the green hoodie kept his cap low.

“He shouldn’t be awake; that drug was more than enough for nine hours.”  Green Hoodie said, pausing with his hand on the door handle.

Noeul walked to the middle of the room, the tripod stand steady in his hand.

“Drugs don’t work on me, so you’re shit out of luck there.  Where is my bag?”

Green Hoodie said nothing, folding his arms over his chest while the fat guy laughed, pulling a bag of Choco Churros from his jacket pocket.

“Those better not be MY Choco Churros!”  Noeul yelled.

“Hey idiot!  You’re trapped and a long way from home!  The last thing you need to be worried about is food.”  The fat guy shook his head, pointing at Noeul like he was a dumbass.

The guy in the green hoodie closed the door behind him and locked it.  Muttered to his fat friend.

“No!  The drug is too expensive!”  The fat guy whined.  “Just pin him down like the first kid.  All that screaming had that video sell faster than any of the others!”

Noeul looked down at the tripod stand in his hand, then at the dirty mattress on the floor.

Hatred and anger bloomed inside him, bleeding hot and sickly through his veins like poison.

‘Shit… Those poor kids…’

While his two kidnappers argued about what to do with him, Noeul turned to the small break in the window.

“There’s no getting out that way.  You do what we say, and we’ll let you go.”

Noeul scowled at the fat man as he grinned.  He’d heard those words before; it was disheartening to hear them once again.  These two were worse than animals!  And that woman!  How many children did she lure for them?

“I don’t need an out…”  Noeul said softly.  “...I just needed a way in.”

His kidnappers didn’t get a chance to reply before Noeul threw the tripod stand up in the air, smashing the ugly fluorescent light.  Darkness consumed the room as tiny shards of glass rained down over him.

The glass may splinter and cut his skin.  But like the knock to his temple, it would heal quickly enough.  The two men had their phones out fast, turning on the flashlights…but it was too late.  

The shadowed creature had already slipped through the broken window, crawling along the wall and drawing the shadows to it, growing in size.

Red glowing eyes of hellfire shone out from the highest corner of the room.

“Rawhead and Bloody Bones…  I offer you their evil souls to feast on.  Will you accept?”

Silence filled the room as the shadowed creature moved like smoke along the ceiling.  Noeul's kidnappers stood in place, staring in horror at the black mass writhing towards them.

“I…will accept.”  The creature said softly.  

Noeul moved to the wall as darkness rained down on the two men, dragging their bodies up to the ceiling.

Their screams that followed were horrendous, filled with fear and an insurmountable amount of pain.  The door flew open, and as bright light flooded in, the shadow split apart, leaving a mass of ripped flesh in a pool of dark blood.

The little old lady was dressed differently, she even held herself differently.  Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, and instead of running away in horror, she screamed in devastation.

“My boys!!!  My sons!!!  You murderer!!!”

“What your sons did to those children… They deserved much worse than this.”  Noeul sneered, sickened that anyone could be sad these two were gone.

She whipped her head up; blood staining her hands and knees as she collapsed on the wreckage of her sons.

“Omegas!”  She snarled.  “They were nothing but worthless omegas!  YOU HAVE NO RIGHT-”

Noeul stepped outside the room and slammed the door shut, taking all that light with him.  Her screams followed him all the way outside, where he found the keys to the grey van still in the ignition.

He drove on autopilot and parked the van in front of the police station, before numbly walking back to his apartment.  Though it was late at night, the buildings security guard still greeted him at the entrance politely, ignoring his disheveled look.

Taking the elevator up to the top level, Noeul used the main code to open the doors and dragged himself to the bathroom.  The apartment had come fully furnished, but all their personal items had been packed up and sent to their new home.  It made their apartment feel cold and empty, breaking his heart a little to see it in such a state.

Jeab had picked a small island as their new home for the next ten years.  A place close to his young niece and nephew; twins he’d kept safe as they were being born.  The omega that had given birth during Jeab’s confinement had thanked him by naming him uncle and guardian to those babies.  

At the time, it had been sort of funny, if not a little morbid, to name a child-eating demon as the twins' uncle and guardian.  But over the years and after many letters between them, Jeab had grown fond of the little humans; he even had a few drawings from them framed on the walls.  

For a long time, it had broken Noeul’s heart to know how much his lover missed his sister, though he didn’t know how to express it, or fully understand it.  But, with every letter, every text message, every phone call, and every email, it seemed his little ‘niece and nephew’ were slowly filling a tiny bit of that lonely void within Jeab.

Opening the bathroom window to let the shower steam have a place to escape, Noeul found a small sandalwood candle on the bathtub's edge and lit it, carrying it over to the sink before stripping his dirty school uniform to the floor.

After brushing off the glass from his hair and shoulders outside, he’d pulled the remaining splinters out of his fingers before walking into the building’s lobby.

Now, under the boiling hot shower water, Noeul’s bloody fingers were healing.  The pain in his temple was nothing now, but out of habit, he ran his fingers over his skin.  Filling his hand with liquid soap, Noeul washed every inch of his body, from scrubbing the top of his head, to massaging soap over his toes.

He rinsed and repeated.  Only stopping when a familiar chill caressed his naked skin, causing him to break out into goosebumps.  A black shadow, no bigger than a cat, crawled through the open window and inside the bathroom.

The creature's body grew, pulling in the darkness of the room and twisting like smoke on a windy day.  In the flickering candlelight, the shadows began to slip to the floor and bleed out, revealing the most breathtaking monster he had ever seen.  

With dark hair and dark eyebrows, along with his vampiric pale skin, Boss had been a beautiful man.  His soft allure and his sleepy expression, paired with a jawline for days and a body that never quit, had caught Noeul’s eye instantly.  He’d been born a vampire, the youngest son of the Chaikamon clan.

Boss had made the choice to save Noeul, forsaking family ‘tradition,’ to release the demon trapped under his family's estate.  Instead of disappearing like they thought he would, the demon consumed Boss and took his body as his own.  Noeul had set the hospital on fire, destroying the monster’s cage.  It had been Boss’s last dying request.

That beautiful monster walked towards him, red eyes glowing brighter than any candlelight.  His naked body was perfection.  Muscular and toned, slim yet strong.  No matter how many years had passed, Noeul never tired of looking at his lover.

The glass shower door opened, and the demon walked in, backing Noeul up until his back pressed against the warm tiles.

“I found you, little darling.”  Those red eyes only glowed brighter as they stared into his.

“You always do.”  He replied, sighing happily.

Noeul had never shared Boss’s feelings of affection, too damaged within to care for another.  But it had been the young vampire’s unconditional love for him that kept this monster at his side.  Over the decades; their odd companionship turned to friendship, which in turn became love.

From the moment Jeab had pulled him from that fire and shared a little of himself to heal Noeul, they had been inseparable.  Living a long and full life together.

Jeab tilted his head to the side, wondering what was going on inside Noeul’s head.

“Rawhead and Bloody Bones…  I offered you my heart to protect.  I offered you my body to feast upon…  Will you accept?”

His lover tilted his head to the other side, as a small smile graced his perfect lips.

“It has been a long time since I have willingly accepted a child to feast upon.  You were my first.”

Leaning forward, Noeul wrapped his arms around the demon’s shoulders, bringing their naked wet bodies together.

“I wasn’t a child when you first tasted me.”  He whispered against his lover’s lips.

That cold chill raced over Noeul’s skin, pebbling his nipples and raising the hair on the back of his neck.

“Twenty-one was a child to me.  One hundred and twenty-one is still a child to me, and when you turn one thousand and twenty-one, you will still be my child.”

Warmth spread over Noeul’s chest as their lips met in a lazy, hot kiss, growing hungrier and hungrier by the second.  He let his hands roam over every inch of skin, loving each firm curve and each smooth dip.  Pulling back to catch his breath, Noeul’s eyes watched as a pink tongue licked over his lover’s soft lips.  Tasting him there.

“When do we have to leave for the airport?”

Jeab blinked slowly, looking down the line of Noeul’s body.  “Eight hours.”

‘Shit!’  Eight hours wasn’t nearly enough to wreak him the way he wanted.

“You better hurry up and eat before your sacrifice gets cold…”  He said jokingly, rocking his hips side to side.

His lover lifted Noeul’s wrist and licked at the fluttering pulse.

“If you get hungry and need a break, just give me the signal.  We don’t have any food in the kitchen, but there is a bag of sweets next to the door.”

Noeul stilled.  “You found my bag?”

Jeab blinked at him slowly.  Clearly not realizing Noeul’s bag was missing.

“No…  I thought you might like those squishy sugar jellies for your trip, so I went out and bought you a few day’s worth.”

Happiness bloomed inside Noeul’s soul like sunshine after a long winter.  He wanted to bounce up and down like a kid.  But instead he wrapped his arms around his lover and let himself be lifted and carried to their bedroom.

Jeab laid him on their bed and turned Noeul over to his stomach, lifting his hips up so that his front stayed untouched.  After a rather traumatic life as a pop idol, it had taken years for Noeul to finally allow himself to be touched again.  And even after all these decades together, he still had a few intimacy quirks.  Since he himself was Jeab’s first lover, the ancient demon didn’t know any better, nor was he inclined to care.

Nouel shuddered as he felt a hot tongue trace up along the crease of his backside, while warm hands laced with his hands.  Though Jeab struck a cold fear into almost everyone, his body itself was surprisingly warm.  

That traveling tongue dipped deeper before nipping gently at the skin just under his butt cheek.

“More…”  He demanded.

His hands were squeezed gently before Jeab found his opening and pressed his tongue against it firmly.  Biting his lip, Noeul pressed back, impaling himself on that wet heat until his lover pulled back to lick a long, slow line up his spine.

When the demon backtracked, he sucked on Noeul's skin hard, no doubt leaving pink hickeys in his wake, but the lower he got towards his goal, the sharper that mouth became, until Jeab bit the flesh just outside his opening.

Noeul wasn’t a fan of pain, but Jeab still inhabited a vampire body; with that came the euphoric toxin that their bite created.  Each time one of his fangs broke Noeul’s skin, warmth spread under the bite until it felt like his soul was being licked.  Tingles grew deep within him with each piercing nip until his insides were hot and throbbing.

“I…ugh…Jeab!”

Dark whispers traveled over his skin, making him shiver and rock his hips back.  His length under him was no doubt leaking, as his lover had a wonderful way of making a mess of him.

“My little darling, tell me what you desire and it’s yours…”

Jeab’s voice grew deeper as he spoke.  It made Noeul’s body melt and tighten at the same time.  That hot tongue began teasingly licking up and down over his opening until he was squeezing Jeab’s hands so tight his knuckles hurt.

“I need…I need…to  ughhh mmm… top, top!”

He was close, but Noeul needed to feel that divine thickness inside him before he lost his momentum.  They just didn’t have the time to start all over again!

Jeab moved away, trailing soft kisses on his skin before crawling past him and resting his back against the pillows.  Noeul slowly moved towards him, admiring every inch of sinfully naked skin as he shifted.  With a little help, he found himself sitting on Jeab’s lap with his legs spread out, back resting against that firm, warm chest.

Noeul felt gentle hands cupping his waist and lifting him up like he weighed nothing.  Boss’s ‘proportions’ were larger than average, so Noeul’s descent down as his body was slowly stretched was an intense experience every time.  He needed the distraction of building pleasure to take on the discomfort.  Because if he climaxed before that thickness went in, the pain was too much to bear.

Legs tensing and toes curling, Noeul felt his body slowly take more in, stretching his insides to accommodate that throbbing length.  Jeab was patient, letting Noeul take the lead in how fast he wanted to go, and always paused when he needed a moment to adjust.

“Mmmm…  Sh-shit!”  Noeul said, letting out a sigh of relief when he felt his backside finally rest on Jeab’s lap.

“Don’t move…  No-not yet!”

Their bodies stayed still, while Jeab trailed his fingertips up and down the inside of Noeul's thighs, drawing delicate patterns over his shivering skin.  His lover’s hot mouth moved over the back of his neck, kissing and nipping until he felt the little sting of those fangs slowly piercing his skin.  

The euphoric toxin flooded underneath Noeul’s skin, causing tingles of warmth to travel down his spine, sparking little pleasure points at every new fang scrape and puncture along the way.  Arching, Noeul squeezed around that thickness before taking a deep breath and relaxing back, pushing away his pending orgasm.

“I’m good…”  He said, rolling his head on Jeab’s shoulder.

“Tell me how you want it, my little darling.  I wish to serve you…”  That deep voice made his skin break out in goosebumps.

Noeul bit his lip.  ‘What had he been craving?’

“I…  I want you to rub against my sweet spot until I cum.  Then I want you to raise me up and fuck me quickly.”

He felt his heart race at his own words; it had taken them years for Noeul to finally feel comfortable being open about voicing his desires.  Though, it helped that the ancient demon under him never judged him.

Hands gripped just under his knees, keeping his legs spread.  His lover rolled his hips underneath him until Noeul’s breath caught.  With that thickness pressed heavily against his prostate, Jeab rocked their bodies together, never failing to drag his hard length over that sweet spot.

It was perfect.  There were no other words to describe it.  Noeul’s pale chest flushed pink; his stomach was soaked with the amount of pearlescent he was leaking.  Jeab did exactly as he was told, keeping that slow, steady pace for what felt like hours until Noeul’s body began to melt.

Their movements were slow, but his breathing sped up until he felt his heart sting.

“Ye-yes…there…right-ugh!  Right there!”

Noeul’s toes curled and his back arched, but Jeab kept his movements slow and steady, giving way to a climax that was pure pleasure.  It rose up around him like warm water, soaking into his muscles and bones until he was completely relaxed.  Even his release was lazy; painting his stomach with milky ribbons.

“Ready?”  His lover whispered behind him.

Noeul’s chest seized, yet he was too relaxed and sedated to do anything but nod.

Jeab placed his hands on Noeul's slim waist and lifted him several inches off his lap; it was their last moment of tenderness before the ancient demon flicked his hips up, pounding into him from below.  

Lost in his post-climax, the wildness of his lover’s movements only prolonged his orgasm.

“Fas-faster!”

His lover obeyed in seconds, moving his hips faster than any human ever could.  Noeul felt another climax hit him; it was a mixture of frantic and bliss, yet it only seemed to build straight into another as Jeab’s thickness pummeled his insides.

Noeul saw stars as he felt another orgasm fast approaching.

“Nugh!  Wai-ah!  Mem-mep…I want…ngh!  Memphis!”

His lover obeyed, causing the stars in Noeul’s eyes to crash into him as Jeab changed the shape of his thickness while still moving inside his sensitive body.  It was the beauty of having a shadow demon as a lover: the ability to change their shape at will.

So, hypothetically, if Noeul happened to be reading an MM romance novel about a NASA power bottom who saves a crybaby top…who happens to also be a green alien…and might be named Memphis.  Well…with Jeab, anything was possible…

Like how that hard length inside him had remolded into something longer and thicker, with six ringed ridges that beat against Noeul’s prostate like a villain.  He fell against Jeab for support and screamed through his release, spraying over his body as he convulsed.

“Mmmm…ah st-st  angh! Stop…”

His lover stopped instantly, holding Noeul’s body in place while he convulsed violently with phantom climaxes rippling across his soul.

Reaching up, he turned his head and pulled his demon down for a desperate kiss, opening his mouth and groaning as he felt Jeab taste every inch of him.  Pulling back, Noeul looked into those red glowing eyes and smiled as his lover’s head tilted to the side in question.

“How much time do we have left?”

Jeab blinked slowly.  “Four hours and thirteen minutes.”

Noeul realized he had two choices in front of him: shower together and get some sleep before pickup, or…

“Kiss me, like that.  I want you to make me cum again, just like we did… but don’t stop kissing…  Got it?”

His lover nodded and leaned down to kiss him breathlessly.  The pillows were thrown to the floor so that Noeul could lie over his lover’s body comfortably.  A hand cupped his neck to keep it in place, while the other wrapped around his chest, pinning him to the firm body below.  Jeab braced his heels into the mattress and began pounding into Noeul’s body once more.  

Indulging in each other until sunlight began to shimmer through their open windows, they’d made their driver wait an extra fifteen minutes while Noeul had to be held up in the shower and carried to the car.

He’d slept on the plane, holding his lover’s hand the whole way.  When he woke to the sound of the plane landing on the runway, Noeul let himself be led out the door and into the airport.  Groaning the moment he walked outside and was instantly hit with the summer heat and humidity.

The ancient demon at his side took his hand and squeezed it gently.  Noeul looked at that beautiful face and couldn’t help but smile as Jeab’s glowing red eyes were hidden behind designer sunglasses.

“Ready to see our new home?”  He asked.

His lover raised their linked hands and kissed the top of Noeul’s hand softly.

“It is merely four walls and a roof.  You are my only home, little darling.”

Flushing with warmth, Noeul grinned and pulled Jeab towards the man dressed in black, holding a sign that read: BONOH

“Welcome to Thailand.”  The man said.

“What’s with the sign?  We got the text with no explanation.”

Noeul pointed to the sign while another man in black took their luggage and placed it in the back of the black SUV.

“My boss, Mr. Sengngai said we couldn’t use your real names, so our youngest soldier made it up with both your names.”

‘Soldier?’  Noeul thought.

One of the men held the door open for them, and Noeul threw himself in when he felt the icy blast of the air conditioner.

“How long til we get there?”  He asked when the men got into the car.

“About an hour, sir.  We’ll drive you to the marina, and then Mr. Sengngai will pick you up in person in their charter.”

Noeul felt the air around Jeab change.  His back was a little straighter.

“Do you know if the kids will be with him?”  He asked.

Their driver smiled.  “Only the oldest twins.”

Jeab smiled.  Relaxing back against the seat.  

In that moment, Noeul felt like his heart could have burst from the sight of his lover’s smile.  Though he didn’t understand emotions like humans, it was heartwarming to see Jeab happy.  The demon lifted his carry-on bag to his lap and unzipped it, pulling out a mixed bag of Noeul’s favorite gummy worms.

“Yes!  You’re an angel!”  He said excitedly. Bouncing on his seat.

A song played over the radio; it was quick and upbeat.  Noeul was toeing his lover in the side of the leg, trying to annoy him like a child, when the song lyrics caught his attention; he would know those words anywhere.  After all, he’d written them.

“Ugh, switch the station!”  The driver whispered to his coworker in the passenger seat.

“Not a fan of this song?”  Noeul asked quietly.

“Not a fan of this remixed cover crap.  I loved the original; it’s just a shame they keep messing around with good songs.  Nah…  That Magenta Boy was a real artist, an absolute classic…”  The driver said, turning down the volume when the next channel only had the local news.

Looking over at his lover, Noeul raised his eyebrow and whispered, “I’m a classic.”

Jeab tilted his head to the side like a bird of prey, red glowing eyes watching him from over his sunglasses.

“I’ve always thought so…”

Chapter Text

“How are the twins?”  Sky asked as his husband walked across the yard.

“Living their best life as Nan & Pop’s favorites.”  Prapai grinned while climbing into the car.

It’d been six months since Sky had given birth, and tonight was the first ‘date night’ they’d had since…well before the twins were born.

Not only had the pregnancy become too much to bear with the extra weight on his body, but he’d become an alpha magnet.  Even with his terribly large, muscle-bound, tattoo-covered husband at his side, random alphas would approach him or straight up start sniffing him in public.  To say it was gross, was putting it lightly.

Sky had asked his brother, Peat, if it had happened to him, but as he and his husband, Fort, were the only alpha and omega on their island, it was hard to say.  Other alphas were allowed on the island, but they were warned by Fort to behave before stepping on land.

Sky and Prapai drove to the esplanade for dinner.  It was Pai’s turn to choose the restaurant, and he’d picked a little Turkish cafe along the river.  They’d eaten and chatted, sending text messages to Pai’s parents every few minutes to check on the babies.

They’d walked to the movie theater, and Sky purchased their tickets while Prapai went overboard in the snack section; walking out with popcorn, bottles of water, a massive mixed bag of lollies, and cookie dough chocolate.

Prapai had found their seats easy enough, always picking the middle back row for ‘privacy’.

When Sky had been stuck at home during the worst of his morning sickness, he’d stumbled upon an old TV series about military Earth explorers and an ancient alien doorway that could go anywhere in the universe (if, of course, there was another doorway on that planet).

Sky had never really been a massive fan of sci-fi, but there was something about the aliens being ancient Egyptian gods that intrigued him.  Prapai wasn’t a fan either, loving his superhero franchises, but when it was time to pick the movie, Sky had been surprised Pai had suggested this one.

It wasn’t a remake per say, more of a prequel of sorts.  A time when the evil aliens lived on earth as gods and what happened when their human slaves rebelled together to bring their alien overlords down.

In all honesty, the whole movie was silly, but Sky liked the set designs and the costumes.  Especially one.  In the TV series, the character Anubis always wore a large black cloak, hiding his face.  He was the worse of any of the bad guys, committing the kind of crimes that even the evil aliens had to banish him for.

But in the movie, Anubis was drop-dead gorgeous.  With thick muscles and dark skin painted in gold…  It was easy enough to look the other way when his character was being a cold bastard.  Halfway through the movie, Sky stopped seeing the actor and started seeing his husband up on that big screen wearing that skimpy costume.

Prapai would be perfect for the black flag-waving alien.  Long black hair, with a cold sneer plastered on his handsome face… ‘oh crap!’

Sky started dripping.  

He knew it instantly, not because he could feel the wetness in his pants, but because Prapai began growling deep within his throat at the twenty-something alpha that spun his head to stare at Sky.

“Sorry.”  He whispered to his husband.

Pai shook his head and patted Sky’s knee gently.  “Don’t be sorry for existing.  They need better manners.”

It was true enough.  But the alpha wasn’t turning away, nor did he look like he was even blinking.  He just stared at Sky.  To say it was unnerving was an understatement, and when several people turned to look at the growling werewolf at Sky’s side, he decided it was time to leave.  The movie was mostly over anyway.

“We don’t need to go.  That fuckwit should go!”  His husband whispered vemonously.

“Paiiiii, the twins are out for the night, I’m dripping and not wearing any underwear.  Take me home…”  Sky said softly, giving his husband (hint hint) eyes.

The werewolf’s demeanor changed instantly, grinning like an excited kid.  Grabbing their half-eaten snacks, Pai stood and let Sky take the lead.

“I just need to duck into the bathroom to clean up first.”

Prapai nodded and headed to the rubbish bin while Sky walked into the bathroom.  Several attempts to clean himself and his pants with toilet paper had Sky sighing in defeat as the cheap movie theater toilets only supplied the kind of paper that broke off and balled.  Leaving the inside of Sky’s pants looking like it had dandruff.

When he walked out of the toilet stall, he was greeted by the young alpha that had been staring at him in the theater.  Sky ignored him, walking to the sink to washed his hands, then to the drier.

Turning Sky walked around him to the exit, only to have the young alpha block his way.

“Please move.”  He said quietly, staring at the door.

“And if I don’t?”  The young alpha said.  He was frowning, looking all over Sky like he was unsure about something.

“I gave birth six months ago; my hormones aren’t level. That’s what you’re smelling.  Don’t mistake this for some sort of heat.”  Sky said, trying to step around him, only to get blocked again.

“I could make you go into heat…you’re a little older than my tastes but much prettier than anything I’ve seen.”

The young alpha smiled cockily.

“You sound like you’ve forced yourself on a few omegas.”  Sky questioned quietly.

The guy shrugged his shoulders, his smile growing wider.

“How many?  One?  Two?”

The alpha stepped closer, getting in Sky’s space.  

Forcing an omega into a heat was a rare ‘gift’ among alphas.  An omega naturally went into a heat when an alpha was in rut as a form of survival.  But there were the odd few that could fake a rut, so to speak.  For the most part, alphas just used drugs to sway their prey.

“Two many to count…”  The young alpha said heartlessly, shrugging his shoulders.

Sky rolled his eyes.  ‘Why do alphas have to be such dickheads?!’

“I can tell you now; your little mojo won’t work on me, and the fact that you admitted to rape doesn’t make me wet but has in fact dried up my butthole so quick I can feel sand in my pants-”

The young alpha struck out, trying to grab Sky by the throat, but he’d been waiting for it.  His rose vines stuck out, wrapping around the young man’s wrist before spinning its razor-sharp thorns so viciously that the alpha’s hand fell to the floor.  

They both stared down in surprise at the bloody hand on the bathroom floor, before the young alpha drop to the ground, clutching at his bleeding stump.  Sky froze like a deer in the highlights as he watched the alpha screaming on the floor like a banshee.

‘Oops…’

Sky was an upstanding citizen with no priors and no arrests.  Not even a speeding ticket.  He was a teacher, a new mother, and married to a decorated police officer.  On the other hand, the young alpha from the bathroom had four allegations of sexual assault against him.  So without a weapon, or cause, motive, or proof, Sky and Prapai were finally free to leave the police station.

Unfortunately, this incident had forced Sky and Prapai to spend the last three hours of their date in an interview room, while the young alpha was taken to hospital.  The doctors were more than confident that they could reattach the hand back on.  But from experience, Sky knew that once his vines had cut off an appendage, it would wither and die.

“Paiiii…  I’m so sorry.”

His husband snorted.

“Never be sorry for defending yourself, cookie.  I should be the one that’s sorry…  I got stopped by Mrs. Monsoon and her daughter.  I saw that little shit follow you into the bathroom, but I knew you could handle it.”

Sky smiled brightly as they pulled into their driveway.  He adored it when his husband had his back, but he loved it more that Prapai had faith in him to hold his own.

“Would you be horribly disappointed if we showered and went to bed?  I’m exhausted.”

Prapai stretched his arms over his head, before locking the car, and grabbing Sky by the waist; half carrying/half dragging him to their home.

“As long as we are skin to skin, I’m happy.”

Sky grinned happily, letting his husband manhandle him up the stairs and into their house.  One of their ginger cats greeted them at the door, while the other two were snoozing on their cat tree in the lounge room.

Prapai and Sky showered together, brushed their teeth side by side, and slipped into bed.  Sky huffed with amusement when his husband curled an arm around his waist and dragged him into the middle of the bed, pressing their bodies tight against each other.

Silence filled their home, and Sky found himself blinking into the darkness.

“I miss the babies already…”

Pai laughed and kissed his shoulder, sniffing the back of his neck before the sound of the cats chasing each other drew their attention.  The little heffalumps stampeded up the stairs and down the hallway.  Before a fight broke out.

His husband was up and down the hall in seconds.

“Oi!  It’s bedtime! You…leave your brother alone, and you…get out of that cot!”

Sky giggled as he heard Prapai scolding their cats like naughty little kids.  It was a nightly ritual.  When Pai walked back into the room mumbling “fucking little shits…” under his breath, Sky grinned and settled back into the bed.  Sighing contently when those hot muscular arms curled around him once again.

The house was back to being silent before Prapai whispered against Sky’s ear.

“By the way, are we gonna talk about your celebrity crush, or just ignore it until the next movie?”

Sky blinked into the darkness, confused.

“Celebrity crush?”

“Jason-whats-his-face, that actor from tonight’s movie…  You got all wet during his shower scene.”

“Oh.”  Sky said, thinking back.  “Ohhhhhhh…”

“Oh, indeed.”  Pai growled against his ear.

Sky shook his head and turned around in Pai’s arms, snuggling under his chin while his hand moved to cup one of his husband’s butt cheeks.

“To be honest; I stopped seeing that Jason guy as the Anubis character half way through the movie.”

There was a little pause between them before his husband hummed in delight.

“Were you fantasizing about me being an alien overlord?”

Sky grinned and slapped Pai’s butt.

“Always!  You would be the hottest bad guy.”

Prapai laughed and hugged him tighter, kissing the top of his head.

“I love you, cookie.”

“I love you too, moony.”

When Sky opened his eyes, he was surrounded by gold and metal.  The room was circular, with ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs and words from a language he didn’t know carved into the walls and floor.  Turning, Sky stopped and stared in awe at the giant alien gateway from the movie he and his husband had just been watching.

It was beautiful.  A perfect replica with rippling blue water that glowed with an otherworldly light.  Sky walked up the stairs to the gate and touched it, smiling with wonder as his fingers dragged over the alien gateway.

“What’s this?  A lost traveler?”

Sky turned towards the deep voice behind him…  ‘Holy, fucking shit!’

Prapai was in full alien overlord costume!  

Gone were his silver hair and tattoos, replaced with long black hair and the ears of a jackal.  His scars were gone too, leaving his face flawless, if not a little bare.  Yet the black coal around his large black eyes and the beautiful gold jewelry adoring his body turned Pai into a king worth worshipping.

His husband wore the short white linen costume, showing off his board chest and thick, sculpted thighs.  He was even covered with gold adornment and matching sandals.  Prapai looked every bit the evil alien overlord, right down to the cold blank stare he was giving Sky now.

“My, what hungry eyes you have.  I suppose a mere human like you would be in awe in the presence of a god.”

Sky laughed.  The line was directly from the movie.

That cold stare turned dark.

“You dare laugh in the face of your god?  Guard!”

The wall to the side opened up wide, revealing a room similar in size, but smack bang in the middle was a window overlooking space.  Actual space!

Sky ran down the gateway’s stairs and into the new room, standing at the window to look out into the pure black sky.  Stars in their millions glittered at him, while planet Earth hovered just below them.

“It’s beautiful.  Pai, this is fantastic!”  Sky said joyously.

His husband however, looked unimpressed.  Standing in the doorway, arms folded over his ample chest.  Another Prapai with his natural silver hair and yellow eyes stood by him wearing the blackened snake armor the alien soldiers wore.

Sky’s heart skipped several beats, while his legs grew weak at the sight of a Pai-Anubis and a Pai-alien soldier.  They hadn’t done a threesome like this in ages!  His husband had been cut off from sex in Underland ever since he’d decided to bring Peat’s shadow into their play.  

The fact that his twin brother had dreamt everything they’d done together, only solidified Prapai’s position in the doghouse.

“You have 10 seconds to explain why your are here or face punishment…”

Sky giggled.  GIGGLED!

In their relationship it was his husband who normally begged to be punished.  As appose to Sky, who was more inclined to kick Prapai if he tried to spank him.  But with his husband dressed up like this?  Just for their play?  Who was he to look a gifted horse in the mouth?

“I was sent here for your pleasure my lord.”  Sky said, knowing that the Anubis from the TV series main crime was breeding with his human slaves.  

To the aliens; humans were no more than cattle, and hosts to possess.  But Anubis kept a massive harem of humans, both men and women, since his fellow aliens saw sex as primative and barbaric.

“Ah.  So you were sent as a gift?”

Sky nodded, stepping closer to the pair.

“Strip.”  Anubis ordered.

A thrill of being naked in front of these two versions of his husband had Sky’s body begin to buzz with antisapation.

When he finally stood naked, Anubis circled him slowly, black eyes looking over Sky’s body callously.  It was enough to make him start dripping slick.

Anubis lifted his hand to pinch one of Sky’s nipples until he hissed in pain.  He wasn’t the biggest fan of pain, but the ruthless look his husband…Anubis was giving him, sent a thrill of fear through his body.  

And fear was something Sky WAS a fan of…

His silver-haired Prapai playing the soldier, stepped towards Anubis.  A golden trinket box appearing in his hands and the soldier opened it for Anubis to see inside.  Sky stepped a little closer, standing on his toes to see over the box’s lid.

Inside the golden box lay two gold nipple clamps.  They weren’t the soft adjustable ones, but the pronged ones that pinched at the nipple like thin pegs.  Attatch to the bottom of the clamps were golden bells and a thin chain that connected the clamps.

Sky silently tossed up his choices and chose to take his chances by running through the alien gateway.  He spun on his heal and took two steps before strong arms lifted him up off his feet.  The soldier threw sky over his sholder, while Anubis merely tutted at him.

“Silly little fox.”  He said, shaking his head slowly.

Anubis turned and walked out of the gate room, with the soldier carrying Sky right behind him.  Lifting his head, Sky couldn’t help looking around him and gape.  His husband’s gift for detail in this dreamworld was a thing of beauty as Sky was carried into what could only be a throne room.

High ceilings held by tall pillars, gold and black decorating every surface.  Fire pits gave the massive room warmth while giving the gold decor its time to shine.  They walked along the stone floor until they reach a dais holding a large dark throne.

Sky was placed on his feet, only for his arms to be held behind his back.  Anubis reach up and pinched Sky’s nipple, rolling it until it pebbled.  Each twist and pinch shot a quick bolt to his core, making his length harden and his insides tighten.

Anubis had one of the golden nipple clamps in his hand, and pulled at Sky’s pink nipple until the clamp latched itself snuggly on his sensitive nub.  He whined a protest as the clamp stung.  The little golden bell tinkling prettily everytime it swayed.

Sky was on the fence about putting his foot down about removing the clamps, but he liked this fantasy too much to break their character of evil alien and captured slave.  He’d had his nipples pierced as a gift for Prapai went they were younger, but when he shifted into his briar-fox form, the piercings disappeared and the holes in his nipples closed over.

Gentle fingers brushed over his other nipple before Sky hissed in pain.  His pink nub was pulled at and lifted until he had to stand on his tip toes to avoid more pulling.  Once clamped, Sky’s chest throbbed.  The sting of the clamps changed to a strange warmth, except when those little bells moved and tugged on his tender nipples.

The chain was next, clipping to tiny loops.  Anubis used a finger to pull the gold chain up, causing Sky whine pitifully as his nipples were painfully pulled at.

“This suits you rather well…  So, you’re here for my pleasure?  How interesting.  Well, lets see what kind of skills you have…”

Anubis sat on his throne and pointed to the soldier behind Sky.  Warm hands on his shoulders pressed him down until Sky slowly knelt to the floor.  The soldier discarded his amour and the clothing under it before stepping in front of Sky.

“Show me how well you open your throat.  If you can get my man here to cum quickly I’ll give you a reward…”

Sky didn’t need to be told twice, his husband’s body was to die for and the pending threat of getting wrecked by these two was enough to have his slick dripping down his thighs to the floor.  

Turning to the soldier, Sky lifted his hand to grab at the hard length, only to hear; “No!”

Anubis sat there, leaning to one side with a leg resting over the arm rest, looking almost bored…

“Hands behind your back.”

Sky could have growled.  He loved the feeling of Prapai’s thickness in his hand, how the flesh could be both soft in texture, yet solid enough to bring Sky screaming in pleasure.  It was always so heavy, twitching inside his grip.

Anubis stared at him coldly, unimpressed with Sky’s clearly annoyed look.  An black eyebrow rose before the dark alien overlord flicked his hand.  A braid of gold ribbon wound around Sky’s hard length, crisscrossing over it like two harmonious snakes.  The ribbon tightened around his length before tying off just under the tip of him.  A matching gold bell was threaded through the top bow, jiggling every time his length jumped and swayed.

“Make me repeat myself again and we’ll move to sounding next.”  Anubis said indifferently.

Sky shuddered, shaking his head.  Sounding was something they’d tried and it was safe to say that Sky really, really didn’t like it.  Hands moving behind his back, Sky leant forward, and licked a long line up the soldiers hot thickness.  Smiling internally when he heard the soft intake of breath.

Circling his tongue around the fat tip of the soilder’s length, Sky took it into his mouth slowly, enjoying the heavy flesh sitting on his tongue.

“Take in more.”  Anubis commanded.

Sky obeyed.  Leaning foreward, he coated the soldier’s hard length with a lot of his saliva, making it easier to sink in deeper.  Though he’d years to perfect his skills at taking Prapai fully, there were just some angles that worked better than others.  With a little force, he could take his husband’s length on his knees, but it was uncomfortable.

Bobbing his head back and forth, Sky swallowed around the tip of that thickness, back aching a little as he tried to balance on the knees.  The hard floor was unforgiving and it wasn’t like he could use his hands to steady himself…

“Enough!”  Anubis called out, voice sounding a little rougher.  “Come here little fox.”

Sky pulled off the soldier gently before he felt warm hands under his armpits, lifting him to his feet.  Even in this dreamworld his knees suffered from the hard floors.  Sky was carried to the large throne and forced to climb onto Anubis’s lap.

‘Fuckkkkkk…’

Prapai dressed as the evil alien overload was making Sky want to swoon and giggle (again) like a teenager.  He was crushing on his husband hard tonight!

The knowing gaze of those black eyes on him, added with the sensual smirk on that handsome face had Sky blushing all the way to his toes.  

‘He was the luckiest fox on the planet!’

Warm hands manhandled him on Anubis’s thick thighs until Sky’s legs were spread and forced to hang over the sides of the throne’s armrests.  With a hand on his chest and one supporting his lower back, Sky was push back until he was half bent upside-down.  The soldier behind them wrapped his hand around Sky’s neck, holding him in place, tilting his head back a little more.

That hot thickness was back against his lips, pressing firm with threatening intent.  With Sky bent back like this, his throat would be at the perfect angle to take Prapai’s length all the way down.  So, letting his body go limp against the hands of these two men, Sky relaxed his throat.

Hips rocked gently, as the soldier sunk his length in, inch by inch.  Anubis’s hands moved to hold Sky’s waist thumbs brushing over his ribs before one hand moved up further to rub over Sky sore little nipple, which was still pinched between that gold clamp.

He cried out with his mouth full, feeling his body convulse in pleasure and protest.  Sky’s chest felt hot and flushed, as each sharp tug on his aching nipples had his skin shivering and his own length throbbing uncomfortably.

“Such a pretty little fox, how you take it into your throat so well..”

Anubis’s dark voice caressed over Sky’s body, causing him to groan around the soldier’s length.  He was given a seconds notice with two taps to the neck before the soldier whipped his hips forward, burying that hot thickness deep within his throat.

Sky rolled his hips on Anubis’s thighs, silently begging for attention.  The soldier ground gently inside his throat, making Sky’s toes curl as his lips kissed the base.  When the soldier pulled back carefully, Sky took several deep breaths to calm his heart and catch his breath.

Hot hands had abandon those horrible clamps on his nipples to rub the sensitive tip of his bound cock.  Sky whimpered, hands clawing at the throne for purchase as Anubis’s hands moved down further.  

Sky managed to lift his head in time to see those black eyes staring into his, before two fingers pushed inside his slick soaked opening.

Eyes rolling back, Sky was caught by the soldier before he accidently toppling over the alien overlord’s knees.  He smiled up at his silver-haired hubby and pulled on his muscular arm until he was beat down to Sky’s level.  Wrapping his hands around those broad shoulders, Sky stole a kiss from the soldier as Anubis’s fingers stretched out his channel expertly.

Another finger was added, causing Sky to roll his hips wantonly while sucking on the soilder’s tongue.  His sweet spot was found, only for Anubis to scissor his fingers out, moving around his prostate but not quiet touching it.

‘Evil bastard!’  Sky groaned internally.

“My…  You are a lewd little creature.”  Anubis whispered as he twisted his fingers inside Sky’s tight channel.

Sky couldn’t help but whimper against the soldier’s mouth as he felt his opening being forced open.  The soldier took this as his opening and stood, taking Sky by the back of the neck once more.  Opening his mouth hungrily, Sky took the soldier’s length in deep.  Each time his silver lover pulled back, Sky would suck hard, as if to hold him inside.

Length throbbing painfully against his stomach, Sky tried to focus his attention on working the soldier’s thickness, hoping that if he could get this man to cum, the reward would be the removal of the gold thread around his length.  Though he’d like to have the nipple clamps removed too if his could.

Each time his body moved, those stupid little bells would jingle and sway, tugging on his sore nipples.  Even the heavy gold bell tied to his length tinkled magically, reminding Sky he’d never be able to come with that thing around his cock.

The soldier pulled back his twitching length to let Sky catch his breath.  The man’s free hand moved down Sky’s panting chest, purposely tugging on the gold chain connected between those horrid little clamps.

Anubis’s fingers inside him locked onto Sky sweet spot and rubbed against it brutally, causing phantom climaxes all over his body.  With the thread tied around his length, there was no way Sky could cum, yet even the prolonged build up to it was worth his tortment.

Sky’s hands lifted to grip the soldiers hips, helping himself find the most comfortable angle to kiss the base of him.  He tapped that muscular backside, signalling that he wanted more and was delighted when his silver lover began flicking his hips.

It was a slow, steady thing until Sky lost himself in the sensation of his throat being thoroughly used.  Sending a euphoric thrill from the middle of his shoulders to the tips of his toes.

Anubis pumped his fingers against Sky prostate, only adding to his pleasure.  Tears slipped down his face easily, while the man fucking his throat panted and cupped his throat, feeling how that thickness was swallowed down.

Sky’s body was being jerked back and forth, filling the room with delicate bell jingles.  His cock hurt deliciously, his nipples throbbed and burned with each painfully tug, yet Sky still felt an orgasm approaching fast.

The soilder pulled back, giving Sky room to breath, only to resume his thrusting when he felt Sky’s tapping fingers on his backside.  With how the soldier was breathing…  How his thick thighs were quivering, Sky’s silver-haired lover was on the cusp of cumming down his throat.

Anubis added a forth finger, pumping inside Sky’s sensitive channel in time with the soldier’s thrusts until Sky felt his orgasm fill his body like a balloon.  His men were moving faster and faster…  And with each thrust, Sky felt his body fill and bend until his back arch so painful both men kept their hands under his body for support.

His silver lover pulled out seconds before Sky’s orgasm ripped him from the inside-out.  He convulsed in his men’s arms as the dry climax worked its way through his body, with no where to escape.

Sky felt himself turned around, half lost in sensations as hot hands wrapped around his waist and lifted.  Shaking legs were spread out before Anubis forced Sky’s body to take his thickness all the way to the base in one sadistic thrust.  Sky screamed and tried to arch his back in pleasure and discomfort, only for the heartless alien overlord to hold his waist tight, making Sky bounce on his length wildly.

The soldier knelt between Sky’s thighs, fingers taking their sweet time untying that god-damned golden thread from around his throbbing length.  Heaven fought hell for Sky’s sanity as each brutal stroke inside his body had the golden nipple clamps bounce and jiggle.  Adding firey jolts to the confused build up inside him.

When Anubis started to whisper that most depraved, sinful things against his ear, Sky didn’t know if he was going to survive his next climax.  The gold thread fell from around his cock and for a second Sky felt like he could take a breath, only for his silver-haired lover to dived onto him, taking his bruised and oversensitised length into hot, wet bliss.

Sky grabbed Anubis’s hands for support before tilting his head back to scream.  The soldier licked and sucked his tortmented flesh, swallowing his release down until Sky begged for mercy.

Little spots of colour flash in his eyes as the nipple clamps were removed gently by his silver-haired lover, and he sobbed with relief.  Thanking the soldier whole-heartedly.

“You dare thank him?  Yet I recieve nothing in gratitute for showering you with my attention?”  His dark lover growled against his ear.

As punishment for his ‘lack of gratitude’ Sky was pounded into from below while the wicked overlord rolled and pinch his hurt nipples.  The suddeness of it all had his breath seize, and for a few seconds there, Sky forgot how to breathe.  

Eyelashes fluttered with visions of glowing gold as the room spun around him.  Sky was stunned into silence, tears flowing down his flushed face while his sweet spot was battered against brutally.

It hurt!  But holy crap it felt almost transcendent!

In his euphoric haze, Sky barely noticed that he hadn’t stopping cumming, or that Anubis had turned his body to face each other once again.  Sky was mesmerized by those cold black eyes.  Body shuddering as he was pressed against the overlord’s board chest.  Whining pathetically as the golden jewelery rubbed and stratched over Sky’s sore nipples.

Warmth embraced his back as the soldier climbed up behind him on the large throne.  Sky knew what was next and his fear of it only heightened his pleasure as when he felt that fat tip of the soilder’s length press against his already full opening.

“Come on, little fox…  I know you can take both of us…I can fell your needy little hole twitching to be stretched wide.”

Body weak, senses a mess; Sky beared down and cried out when Anubis pulled back just enough for the soldier to press inside his oversenitised body.

“Ye-es.  Do…fast.  Faster...”

His dark lover laughed, and pulled Sky against him tighter, whispering crude and salacious things into his ear before both men began pummeling his insides.  It hurt like a son-of-a-bitch, but Sky was in Underland with his husband.  He knew he wouldn’t rip, nor would he wake up sore the next day.

Resting his head on Anubis’s shoulder, Sky closed his eyes and simply let his lovers have their way with him.  As the initial pain subsided, Sky’s pleasure became an all-consuming thing.  The three of them feed off one another like incubi until Sky’s body arched in what little space he had, ears burning with the wet, slapping sound of their wildness, as well as his two lovers panting for breath; echoing off the black and gold throne room walls.

Sky’s final climax was a silent monster; stilling his body, only to shred his mind and soul with a rainbow of colours.  His lovers swore and growled, thrusting in so deep that Sky’s stomach pinched with discomfort.  Together, they flooded Sky’s insides with liquid fire, throbbing and pulsing until his vision finally went black.

Upon waking, Sky blinked at his white ceiling and the sheer curtains gently blowing in from morning breeze.  He turned to see his silver-haired husband and sigh contently, brushing his thumb softly over plump kissable lips, trailing his fingers down over the scar on his cheek  and neck that Sky had left there years ago.  This man was truely worth worshipping.

Sky grinned happily.  ‘He truely was the luckiest fox on the planet…’

“ROAWO!  MEROAW!  MEROAW!”

Prapai’s yellow eyes were suddenly blinking at him before a fat ginger cat jumped on their bed and dropped a fluffy toy carrot on the bedding.

“Hey, Buddy!”  Sky crooned before lifting his hand to give the cat a scratch under his chin.

*CRASH!  THUMPTHUMPTHUMP*

Sky paused his petting to watch his husband run naked out of their bedroom to scold their other two cats, no doubt chasing each other around the house with the morning poopy zoomies.

“Oi!  Drop that gecko!  Drop it!”

*BANG!*

“NO! Drop it!  Don’t you hit me you little fucker!”

Sky laughed and snuggled into Prapai’s pillow, while Buddy began cleaning himself.

‘Five more minutes, then shower and babies…’  He thought as he took a deep breath in and grinned.  What a way to start the day…

Chapter Text

Dear Readers,

To avoid spoilers on a 'work in progress' story.  The Mut/Rak smutfest will be posted once the story is complete.

Warm regards. xxx

Chapter Text

Peat was in trouble…

From the moment they had arrived on the mainland, it had been a whirlwind of visits and shopping.  Then the family shifted to Charity Garden’s, once home of their beloved Gam-Gam, now the training headquarters for Sengngai soldiers. 

Fort had been the stone that was constant in keeping everyone on the level.  He’d told Bastion and Tam to take their issues elsewhere, and since then Sarai, Archara, and Pearl had been getting along swimmingly.  

Little Sky had been sneaking off into the gardens, looking for a black dragon.  He had the most wonderful imagination.

Echo and Night were the most well-behaved they’d ever been thanks to their new ‘nanny.’  And of course Sunny & Dawn were being happy little campers, eating and sleeping like babies do.  

Bulwark had kept Gam-Gam’s old staff on, so the children had plenty of eyes on them at all times.  Which was, of course, a godsend.

So why was Peat in trouble?

Well…he’d been purposely poking at the beast since they’d arrived at Charity Gardens.  With today being the first night they’d finally have the kids settled and sleeping in their own rooms, Fort and Peat would FINALLY get some ‘alone’ time.

In knowing that, Peat had intentionally worn the smallest pair of shorts he owned.  Forgoing underwear, he picked a short, light yellow t-shirt that rose up and exposed his stomach every time he lifted his arms.

That morning, while Fort was getting the kids up for the day, Peat had taken extra care to prepare himself.  Hoping at some point his alpha would smell him, lose his mind, and attack him.  Peat had even gone as far as to rub his slick over his pulse points and lightly between his thighs, knowing that his beast of a husband would be driven crazy by his scent.

What made Peat’s attempts even better, was that members of the company had randomly shown up out of a crisis of loyalty.  Forcing his horny husband to stay on the patio and help his brother talk business.

Peat took the opportunity to play with the kids on the grass nearby.  Making sure that he spent plenty of time innocently stretching, bending, and crawling in his little outfit.  More than once he felt his husband's heated gaze brush over him, especially as he lay on the grass, hands behind his head so that his t-shirt would lift.

He was anticipating that snap.  That crazed moment when his alpha lost control to his beast and dragged Peat off to devour him.

So when his wonderful husband helped the kids with their bath that night, Peat went off to quickly shower.  He’d dried off fast and put on Fort’s white button-up he’d worn earlier that day.  Hooking one of his black ties around his neck.  Peat buttoned up Fort’s shirt just enough to hide his indecency but left most of it open to entice his alpha.

The plan was simple.  Bulwark would text him when Fort was on his way up.  All Peat had to do was make it out the bedroom window and down the ladder he’d secretly asked the gardener to place there before dinner.  

Then it was a straight shot to the gazebo.

Checking the time, he wondered what was taking Fort so long.  Their kids very rarely struggled to get to bed.  ‘

Maybe the story he was reading them was longer than usually?’

Peat sent Bulwark a text, but Fort hadn’t left the kids’ room yet.  So he sent Fort a text.

*TING!*

Turning to the noise, Peat spotted his husband at their bedroom window, in the middle of lifting said window up.

‘Oh crumbs!’  

By the look on Fort’s face, he was pissed his phone had given him away and yanked the window up the rest of the way.  By the time his husband had thrown himself through the open window, Peat had run out the door with his heart in his throat.  

Fort had finally snapped.

‘YES!’

Peat ran like he was an animal being hunted; through the house, to the lower levels, past a confused Bulwark, then laughed as he heard a massive scuffle behind him.

“Sorry, brother!  Didn’t see you there!  Oh no!  Am I in your way?  Waiitttt!  Come baaaacckk!”

Peat grinned, knowing his husband was probably livid by now.  

He started to puff, already making it past the main lawn in record time. All he had to do was travel up the slope to the gazebo.  He was a good runner.  Picking it up after every birth.  It made him feel healthy and strong.  It gave him such a rush of endorphins.

Peat’s legs moved easily over the soft grass.  This was nothing compared to his beach runs and the mountain hikes.  He had this stretch in the bag!

Up the slope and around the rose garden, Peat felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.  It only meant one thing: his husband was close by, and it sent a half-frightening, half-thrilling rush through his body.

Fort was the definition of ‘night-hunter’ and could move horrifically fast, without making a single sound.  It made moments like this dangerously exciting.  Peat had laid out plans to get back at his husband for their plane ride north.  All he had to do was get to their dungeon room and manage to lock himself in there.

The dungeons lay hidden under the large garden gazebo.  Originally made to house the werewolf guards during their full moon change, now a handful of rooms had been converted into ‘play’ rooms.

It was an unspoken rule that before Fort and Peat arrived to the north, the staff were to go down to their ‘room’ and give it a good clean, adding new bedding before steering clear of it.

Their room in the dungeons had been changed many times over the years they’d been married, depending on his husband’s tastes.  Fort had, at one point, busted in one of the walls to create a barred window.  Much to Peat’s embarrassment during that phase of their sex life.

Though he really didn’t care what they did together, Peat’s only request was a bed.  After giving birth to three sets of twins, he was done with any and all physical activities on cold stone benches or hardwood floors.

He wanted to be comfortable before his husband forced him into some deliciously uncomfortable positions.

Their part of the dungeon wouldn’t have changed much since the last time they’d visited.  Fort had been going through a sacrificial phase, making everything in their dungeon room black.  The stone was black; the bed frame and bedding were black.  Even the rugs on the floor were black.

Yet each time Peat was dragged down into these dark, cool depths, Fort dressed him in white.  His innocent, sacrificial omega, to devour all night…

Peat raced through the garden and around the bend, throwing himself down the hidden stone steps and into the black, dimly lit stone hallway.  His heavy breathing and rushed footsteps echoed off the walls as he made his way with muscle memory alone.

Running down several more steps and into another hallway, Peat saw the golden illumination of lamplight at the end of the hall; he grinned like a loon, realizing he was almost there!  

His plan was to lock himself in that room and make his horny alpha watch as he pleasured himself.  It was a perfectly flawed plan.  In all honesty, Peat never imagined he’d make it this far at all!

Throwing himself through the doorway, Peat spun and slammed the heavy steel door closed, pulling the latch across to lock it.  He threw his hands in the air and whooped!  Jumping up and down with happiness.

“You’re so cute when you think you’re safe.”  A deep voice whispered inside the room.

Peat felt his heart stop as he whipped his head left.  Fort was standing in the darkest corner of the room, still as death, muscular arms folded over his broad chest.

“Noooooo-”  

Was all he managed to get out before he was attacked.

Fort flew across the room and grabbed Peat around the waist, lifting him in the air effortlessly before throwing him on the bed.

“Waitwaitwaitwait….”

His husband clutched at his own shirt and ripped it open, sending buttons flying everywhere.  The shirt barely made it to the floor before Fort’s pants and underwear were off.

“You dare tell me to wait when you’ve been torturing me all fucking day!”

Peat gasped as Fort crawled over him, burying his face against his neck to breathe in deeply.

“I…I don’t know-”

“-As if you don’t!”  His husband growled, cutting Peat’s sentence off.

“First you get yourself all hot and bothered in the morning, filling our room with your sweet scent.  Then you wear that slutty outfit all day, with no underwear, might I add!”

Fort licked hotly at Peat’s pulse, grinding his hard length against the front of him.

“Shorts and a t-shirt can hardly be called slutty!”  Though Peat had worn it for that reason alone.

“Fuck!  You smelt divine all fucking day; I could smell you every-fucking-where.  I was at half-mast all fucking day because of you!”

Peat felt his heart jump when he was spun onto his stomach.  Fort moved down and kicked his legs apart.

“Then you wear nothing but my clothes.  Nothing but my scent.”  His husband whispered, sending hot air over Peat’s naked skin.

He shivered the moment he felt Fort bite into his butt cheek.  The mix of sharp pain with warm pleasure went into his core and down to his toes.  Causing his opening to drip slick.

Fort groaned, but it sounded more like a desperate sob.

“Fuck you smell amazing…  Such a creampuff.  I could spend the night eating you up…”

Peat laughed.  It was more out of nervousness than anything.

“You’ve gotten soft in your old age.  Back in the day, you’d have me in tears by now…”

Fort went still.  Frighteningly still.  Those dark eyes rolled up Peat’s body, glittering unnaturally in the lamplight along the walls.  His husband’s beast rippled impatiently under his flawless skin.

Peat had spent the day riling up his alpha, then he made him chase him, and now?  Well now, Peat had just given his husband permission to hurt him in all the best ways.

Fort lifted up, kissing Peat gently before pulling away to look into his eyes.

“You really are perfect, you know that, right?”

Peat smiled.  “I do now.”

His husband kissed him one last time before stripping him bare.  The black tie around his neck was now around his wrists, pulled tight to pin him to the bedframe.  His legs were still loose, but the night was young…

Fort walked over to the set of drawers, pulling out three pink vibrating eggs.  Peat waited curiously, wondering what his beastly hubby was up to.

“Suck.”  His alpha ordered.  Pressing three of his fingers against Peat’s lips.

Smiling, Peat opened his mouth and let Fort rub the pads of his fingers over his tongue.  He closed his lips around them, licking where he could, before applying suction.  Fort tasted clean, if not a little salty.  But Peat knew, the deeper his alpha’s desire grew, the stronger his scent became.  

And there was nothing in this whole world quite like basking in the afterglow, surrounded by the thick, rich scent of chocolate and tea.

Those fingers slid in a little deeper, causing Peat to groan around them.  When they were pulled back, he sucked on them hard before circling his tongue around each tip.  

Keeping his eyes locked on his husband’s, Peat flicked his tongue against the last tip, sucking it like he would the tip of his alpha’s cock.  Silently begging for a taste of him.

“Want something, little boy?”  His mate said darkly.  

Those two little words caused the most delicious tingles over his chest, making his nipples pebble and his hard length twitch.

Fort’s fingers dipped back in deeper, but this time, another set of fingers began to stroke his inner thighs.  Peat spread them wide, giving his alpha permission to touch him much, much deeper.

Warm fingers traced the insides of his thighs until they reached his center, brushing gently back and forth, coating each digit in the shimmery slick that soaked his skin there.  Fort pulled his fingers out of Peat’s mouth, circling them around his pink lips while the fingers below mimicked his actions.

When those three fingers pressed back into Peat's waiting mouth, so did the slick-covered fingers below, breaching and stretching him, three at a time.  Had he not prepared himself early that morning, had he not been so touch-starved, it would have stung.  But instead, Peat lifted his hips and bore down, forcing his own violation.

He didn’t want gentle; he wanted wild.  He wanted to scream and cry and beg for mercy.

Fort fucked him with his fingers; slow but deep, from the top and the bottom.  His hands copied each other perfectly, making Peat squirm and rock his hips faster.

“Such a needy little boy.”  His alpha whispered and pushed his fingers deeper at both ends.  Peat’s eyes fluttered, but he relaxed his body, complete trust in the man he loved.

Those fingers pulled from his body at the same time, but instead of going back in, wet, hot fingers found one of his sensitive, swollen nipples.  Pinching, plucking, and rolling them achingly.  

Peat was in the middle of weaning his youngest twins off his milk to formula, but he wasn’t quite ready to stop breastfeeding just yet, loving the bond he felt with his babies.

He’d fed them at lunch.  Purposely in Fort’s office, letting the scent of it linger there, before spending the rest of the afternoon playing with their children.  Peat knew his husband would be sulky when his milk supply dried up, so for the moment, they were both making the most of it.

As if to prove Peat’s point, his husband pinched one tender nipple while his mouth descended on the other, sucking on it viciously.

“Ahh…yes…”

Peat tried to arch and press his chest into that hungry mouth above.  His husband worried his little nipple with his teeth, rolling the other painfully.  It sent icy shivers from his chest to his neck, making his thighs shake.

One of Fort’s hands moved down the bed, picking up a single pink egg and pressing it against Peat’s twitching centre.  Pushing it inside him with two fingers.  

They’d once tried cordless eggs, but when one refused to come out, Peat flat out refused to use anything that didn’t have an easy-to-remove cord.

Though his husband had one hell of a fun time trying to get it out…  Stupid horny alpha!

Peat felt another egg press up against his opening, and he breathed deeply as it was gently pushed in.  When the last one was pushed into him, Fort’s fingers worked their way inside a little deeper, pushing the eggs higher up.

The ‘eggs’ were more on the flat, bullet-shaped side and small but mighty with their little motors.

He was completely abandoned as Fort sat up to look at him.

“Is that all you got?”  Peat teased him.

Fort smiled wickedly, eyes sparkling.  He clicked on each of the remotes connected to the eggs inside Peat, leaving them at the lowest level before standing and walking back over to the chest of drawers.

He pulled out a small black ceramic jug and a lighter.  Peat knew that inside those little jugs were candles made for wax-play.  The wax in them was safe to use.  Regular candles had a high melting point, causing a scalding injury.  These candles were designed with a lower melting power; they took a long time to burn down, and they created the most tantalizing sting.

‘So that was Fort’s plan?’

While the candle heated up, his husband reached into a lower drawer, making Peat’s stomach spin.  When a new toy was lifted up, Peat immediately started to shift away.  Fort’s smile at Peat’s panicked movements only grew, knowing that he was about to put up a fight.

“No…please…”

He shook his head, kicking out at Fort when he approached the bed.  The silver toy itself wasn’t the issue.  It was the fact that there were already three (rather powerful) vibrating toys inside his most sensitive area.

The silver toy; labelled the ‘tornado’ for obvious reasons, was classed as ‘anal beads,’ but it was honestly just one long butt plug with four thick spheres.  Each sphere held its own mini motor, bringing Peat to a climax in record time.

What made the little silver toy better, or worse, depending on your mood, was that it was long enough to pierce past the end of him, with the top bulbous sphere sitting heavily inside a place that only his husband’s thick length could reach.

“Not so cocky now, are you, little boy?!”  His husband grinned, snatching Peat’s ankle before his heel smashed into his stomach.

Fort was on him in seconds, pinning one of Peat’s thighs down with his knee, while one hand lifted and pinned Peat’s knee to his chest.  Squeezing it painfully when he tried to struggle.

“Get off!  You weigh a ton!”  Peat protested.  But internally he was purring, his length pulsing at the sinful feeling of his alpha being rough with him.

“Try saying that again without all your cream filling dripping out, creampuff!”  His husband laughed, pressing the first silver sphere against his opening.

“Noooo…I don’t want this, please…”  Peat whined, shuddering as the second silver sphere was pushed inside him.

“You know what to say to stop this, beautiful.  Now stop complaining and let Daddy play with you…”

“Fuck you!”  

Peat cried out as his husband let go of his leg to hold on to the pink egg remotes, keeping them in place before shoving the rest of the silver toy inside his achin channel.

A wave of heat rolled over Peat’s entire body as his husband moved the silver toy around and around until Peat’s length dripped a thin river over his stomach.

Fort pressed the base snug against his centre, forcing the top of the toy past the end of him, touching the delicate lining of what lay beyond.  Peat’s toes were curling and unfurling, thighs shaking as his insides clenched around the toys inside him.

“Feeling full, my love?”  Fort asked, grinning down at him.  He knew exactly where that silver toy was touching.

Peat whined pitifully when he saw his husband pull his belt from his pants but was shocked to feel it go around his thighs and under his butt, buckling it tight.  His thighs were trapped, and his butt cheeks were forced to press together, holding that silver toy against his opening with no space to move.

His husband stood, grabbing a soft bondage rope and tying Peat’s knees together before doing the same around his ankles.  Lifting his head to see down the line of his body, Peat spied a silver S-hook looping around the tie at his ankles, and pulled taut until his body was fixed in place.

“Now…ready to cry for Daddy?”  His alpha asked, dark eyes fixed on his own.

Peat bit his lip and turned his head away.  

The top of the silver toy was making his stomach tense.  He was caught between feeling unbearably uncomfortable and wishing the toy would be thrust in and out roughly until he screamed.  

The three pink eggs still vibrated gently.  Fort had pulled their cords until they sat on his prostate, so no matter how the silver toy was turned, there was always an egg pressing relentlessly on his sweet spot.

His husband turned each remote up higher, causing Peat to jolt in pleasure.  His length was almost bouncing with the beat of his heart as it dripped ribbons over his belly.  Fort walked the candle over to the bed and sat next to Peat, admiring his handiwork.

Lifting the candle, he let the first drop hit just above Peat’s puffy, pink nipple.  He flinched at the sting, then shivered as his insides squeezed in pleasure around the toys.  Dark red wax dripped dangerously close to his nipple until his husband finally switched on the silver toy, sending each of the four powerful motors buzzing inside Peat’s sensitive channel.

Convulsing in place, Peat struggled in the ropes as his climax was pulled from his body viciously.  His desire shot up to paint his panting chest.  He felt his head spin and his spine pull tight, not truly noticing when Fort switched off the silver toy.  Maybe because the pink eggs still vibrated constantly against his prostate.

Hot wax was suddenly dropped directly over his nipple, causing Peat to cry out in surprise and pain.  The sting was vicious, enveloping his chest in warmth.  Agony and bliss mixed with his climactic afterglow.  Not quite letting him come down from his first orgasm.

Peat’s nipple was completely covered in blood-red wax, and when the pain started to outweigh everything, Fort turned on the silver toy, a level higher than last time.  

Trapped with his legs pinned together, Peat writhed and shook, unable to stop the tears that began to fall.  He began to beg and bargain, yet he was nowhere near close to saying their safe word.

Fort moved the candle over Peat’s body, letting a single droplet of hot wax hit different areas of his skin.  Stomach, forearms, hips, thighs…  By the time Fort got to his feet, Peat was screaming through another climax.  Body convulsing in place.

The silver toy was turned off again, but the eggs stayed on, prolonging Peat’s orgasm.  Tears slipped down his face as his husband began slowly dripping the wax over his other nipple.

“Pleaseee…waitt…ngh  Fucckkkkk…”

Peat felt his heart hit his ribcage frantically, watching as his poor, sore nipple was covered like the other.  The stinging drip spread pain and warmth over his skin, sinking in and adding to another blissful build.

His alpha leaned forward and licked at his tears.  “You’re so fucking pretty when you cry, creampuff.”

Panting, Peat started to feel frantic when his husband moved back to the remotes.

“Wai-”  He managed to say before three fingers were back inside his mouth.

“I’m not ready to stop.  I’m sorry, little boy…but this is going to hurt…”

Fingers moved over his tongue as all four toys inside his body were turned up another level.  Peat gasped and tried to shake his head, but Fort’s fingers slipped down deeper, trapping him.  Hot wax began to drip over his chest, over his stomach, then…

‘YOU CRUEL ALPHA!’  

Peat screamed around his husband’s fingers as stinging, hot wax was poured over his oversensitized length.

He couldn’t move; he couldn’t cry out or beg.  Fire filled his lungs, and icy spiders ran over his skin in fright.  Peat wanted to arch his back and release some of the pressure, but there was no relief.

Fort pulled back, blowing out the candle before freeing Peat’s mouth.  There were nothing but white spots in his vision as he felt himself stuck between heaven and hell.  He forgot how to breathe when his climax took his soul and spun it in vibrant sparkling colors.

The toys inside him were turned up another level, holding Peat in a terrifying state of euphoria.  He forgot how to speak; he forgot he was supposed to take in air, as his pleasure took him completely until the darkness pulled him under.

Peat was shocked awake by the most putrid smell of ammonia as his evil husband waved smelling salts under his nose.

“Ohhh…  You’re so…mean…”  He croaked, rubbing his nose in distaste, realizing his arms were free.  

His channel was still full, twitching, and sensitive.  Thrumming with phantom vibrations.  His husband began untying him like a big kid with a present, rough and excited, his heavy length hanging hard between those thick muscular thighs.

“You love it.”  Fort smirked, throwing the ropes to the floor before unbuckling his belt from around Peat’s thighs.  Yet, instead of slipping it down his legs, his alpha lifted and tightened it around Peat’s waist.  ‘Ohhhh noooo….’

Looking over his body, Peat saw his body was littered with cooled red wax, making his fair skin look like a bloody mess.  His nipples were throbbing, still trapped in a thick layer of wax.  

Peat lifted his hand to touch it, only to arch and moan when he felt the silver toy being removed from his body.  Causing him to shudder violently.

When his shivers began to subside a little, Peat tried to touch the wax again, only to cry out when his husband pulled the eggs out of his channel, one by one, with no warning.  His body was a mess of sensations…  

One half of him wanted to hide under the covers; the other half was purring and rolling around on the bed like a happy cat.

“Offt!”  Was all Peat managed to get out before his body was manhandled to the edge of the bed.

“Look, that’s you!  Such a happy little omega…”  Crooned his husband, pressing his warm fingers between Peat’s smarting skin and the thick layer of wax covering both his nipples.

There was no denying that his body and mind were riding on a high.  He felt relaxed and willing, as the room was filled with their scents swirling together.

“I am happy.  You make me happy.”  He whispered.  Reaching up to touch his husband’s cheek softly.

Fort smiled down at him, leaning forward to give him a soul-searing kiss.  The alpha claimed his mouth like he claimed Peat’s body and heart.  Completely.  Stealing his breath away.

“Mmmm!!!”  

Peat moaned into that searing mouth as the wax on both his nipples was peeled off.  It didn’t hurt per se, but now, even the barest brush of air on both nubs was enough to cause his stomach to tighten and his channel to throb.

His husband's warm hands moved down to his waist, fingering the belt that was looped around him.  That heavy length was pressing between his soft thighs, and Peat couldn’t help but wriggle.

“I… I can’t move my legs.”  Peat said, laughing at how languid he felt.

“Mmmmm…  Just how I like you.”  

Fort’s lips found Peat’s nipple, licking it roughly before pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it hard.

“Nooo… n-n ngh!”  He gasped, struggling to move as his poor little nub was devoured.

His husband used one hand to lift his thick length and rubbed it up and down Peat’s slick, soaked thighs until he was pressed against his centre.

“My pretty little omega.  How sweet you smell…”  

Fort said, whispering hotly over Peat’s wet, sore nipple, while his hand was cruelly plucking and pinching the other poor nub.

Tears immediately pooled and fell as the intensity of their play went up several notches.  His alpha rubbed against his opening, pressing up snugly, but never quite pushing in.

“Tell me what you want…”

Peat sobbed, struggling to push his hips down to spear himself, while his wicked husband gripped onto the belt around his waist, making it impossible.

“Fu… Fuck me…”  He whimpered pitifully.

His husband tsked at him.

“Come on, creampuff, you can do better than that.  Tell me what’s in that filthy beautiful mind of yours.”

Fort rocked his hips, forcing the fat tip to sit against his opening until Peat felt his centre began to stretch.

“Ah… Um…”  He thought desperately.  “Well…”

“Hmmm?”  Fort lifted a challenging eyebrow.

Peat smiled suddenly, as the dirty-minded light bulb flashed in his brain.  He rolled his eyes and sighed like a brat.

“I suppose I’ll have to.  But for someone at such an advanced age, will you be abl-AHHHH!!!!

He yelled as his husband grabbed him by the hips and flipped him over; Peat laughed as Fort started swearing and threatening.

“I’ll show you advanced age, you naughty little minx!”

With one brutal thrust, his husband buried his thick length inside him, causing an animalistic purr to slip from Peat’s lips.

“Gods, I love that sound…”  Fort growled, hips moving like a beast, as his lower body slapped against Peat’s backside deliciously.

“Mor…Ugh nah! Morrree.”

Warm hands lifted Peat’s hips until his knees rested on the bed comfortably.  Only for the belt around his waist to be pulled tight as his alpha used it to yank Peat’s body onto every nasty, wonderful thrust.  

Spreading his knees out and resting his chest against the bed, he gave himself up entirely to his mate.

The build was smooth and deep; there was no high or low but a constant and never-ending assault of intense, agonizing pleasure as his husband pummeled into him relentlessly.  Peat came, hard, but Fort’s hips kept moving like a piston.

If he could have, he would have nodded or screamed, “YES! DON’T STOP!” or even told his husband that this was amazing and that he loved it.  Loved him.  Instead, Peat moved his hands behind him and wriggled his fingers.  Loving how his mate grabbed onto his hands instantly.

Peat held onto Fort’s hands like they were the only thing keeping his mind and soul together.  His sore nipples rubbed over the sheets sinfully, tears soaking into the fabric, while his slick pooled under him.

They went at it like animals all night, devouring each other until Peat couldn’t keep his eyes open.  When he woke in the afternoon the next day, he was buried under clean, warm blankets that smelled like him and his mate.

Stretching his body, Peat felt clean, if not a little tender, but he was happy and content, as he pulled a pillow closer to breathe in Fort’s scent.

*knockknockknock*

“Mama?”  A little voice spoke behind the door.

“Come in, baby.”  Peat said, smiling as his little Sky opened the door and poked his head in.

He patted that on the bed next to him.  His son smiled and ran in, jumping up onto the large bed, almost getting lost in all the blankets.  He reached Peat and buried his little body against his, sighing when Peat started carding his fingers through his soft hair.

All his children had been born with Fort’s dark hair, but as Sky grew older, his hair started to grow lighter.  He’d been the spitting image of Peat as a baby, but now he was starting to look more and more like his father.  

He was such a beautiful boy…

“What are you up to?  Are you having a nice day?”

His son nodded and sighed heavily.  Burying his little head under Peat’s chin.

“What’s wrong, baby?  You’re far too young for such a troubled sigh.”  He said, kissing the top of Sky’s head gently.

“Mama…if you hated Daddy because he was an alpha, what…what could he do to make you like him?”

‘Loaded question.’

“Hmmm…  I suppose if Daddy knew why I hated him, he might be able to understand me better.”

“Why are we hating on Daddy now?”  Came Fort’s deep voice through the door.  He smiled at the both of them and sat on the end bed.

“Sky wanted to know: if I hated you because you were an alpha, what could you do to make me like you?”  Peat replied, eyebrows rising.

“Understanding why is a good start.  But I suppose being honest with your feelings is just as helpful.”  Fort said, staring into Peat’s eyes.

“Really?”  He asked.

His husband nodded.

“Could you imagine how much stress we could have avoided if we were both unashamedly honest about our feelings?”

Peat grinned, nodding as he kissed Sky’s little head again.

“But…  I don’t know if I like them yet.  I mean…”  Their son mumbled.

Fort crawled over the blankets and pulled Sky against him, bringing Peat in to cover their son in their scent.

“I have told you multiple times now; whatever happens in the future is a bridge to cross then, so don’t stress about things you cannot change, my love.”  His husband said softly.

The tiniest sniffle could be heard between them, and Peat felt his heart break.  He hugged his son, wishing he could protect him forever.

“Baby, you are the sweetest, brightest little boy.  And you will grow up to be just as sweet and as bright.  If, in time, you meet someone whose heart is filled with fear and darkness, then be their light.  Be open and honest, be kind and understanding, not just with them but with yourself too.”  Peat said gently, his eyes drifting up towards Fort’s. 

Their son nodded, his perfect little fingers wrapping around Peat’s two fingers, and snuggled between them.  It didn’t take long for their little Sky to fall asleep.  Fort lifted his hand and tucked a curly brown lock of Peat’s hair behind his ear.

“If someone breaks this child’s heart, I’ll cut their heart out.”  His husband whispered.

Peat leaned forward, kissing his mate’s lips gently, being careful of the perfect little angel between them.

“I’ll be right by your side holding the knife, my love…”

Chapter Text

Tam had broken another rule.  Again.

In all honesty, the rules were simple:

1. Don’t fight in front of the children.
2. Don’t leave the children unattended.
3. Tell or text Bastion when he was leaving the house.

The second rule was easy enough…now.  There were so many maids, house staff, and nannies watching him and the children at all times.  It was next to impossible.  During a time when Tam couldn’t remember who he was, he mistook all the staff for spies and guards.  Forcing him to stay in some rich alpha’s mansion.  And he hated it.

He couldn’t remember his daughter, Achara.  She was just some child tying him to this bear of an alpha, and she clung to him constantly, until the panic consumed him and he couldn’t breathe.

When his memories returned, it wasn’t all at once.  Something would trigger them.  A word, a sound, a smell.  He fought with Bastion, and was done with Sarai bullying Achara, Tam moved out and took her with him.

Everything was fine, until they went shopping.  He smelt a woman’s perfume and let go of Achara’s hand.  Memories of Evie flooded back, and he was too lost in them.  When he finally remembered Achara, he searched high and low, heart slamming against his chest.

He had to make the call to Bastion that he had lost their daughter, but he already knew.  And she was home safe and sound with her family.  Tam was marched directly to the guesthouse on the property and put up no fight when he was confined there.  After all, Achara still hadn’t forgiven him…

The first rule had been harder.  His alpha’s work was stressful, he had too much responsibility resting on his shoulders, and Tam had never been the one he could go to to get advice.  Or even someone to spar words with.  Tam was oversensitive and insecure.  When Bastion got grumpy, Tam got defensive.

Though after everything, Bastion forgave him. Even when Tam had said and done some pretty unforgivable things.  If he were Bastion, he would have kicked himself out of the house and locked the doors, never to let him see their children again.  Tam was a piece of trash.  With or without his memories.  

Bastion may have forgiven him, but his daughter hadn’t, and he sure as shit hadn’t.

The last rule made sense; when he’d lost his memories, he left without a word so many times.  And during those little adventures, he’d gotten himself into plenty of trouble.  Yet as simple as it was, he’d still forgotten to do it…

Gina was an old friend from college.  Friendly and kind but spacey and chaotic; every time she spoke to him, he could feel his anxiety rising, becoming just as flustered as her.  Which was what had happened that afternoon.  

They were supposed to meet.  She’d called late, lost in the city and in a panic.  Without thinking, Tam left the house and used the town car to drop him off where she was.  With her phone close to dying, they used his phone to find the hedgehog cafe she wanted to visit, then used his phone to message her friends to tell them she was ok.

He’d found himself lost in her whirlwind, as Gina talked too fast and took photos of every hedgehog, pulling him left and right to look at everything.  He honestly hadn’t meant to forget to text Bastion.  

When Gina’s friends decided to show up, they all went to another cafe that served decadent cakes.  Tam watched them all pose for pictures and taste everything, posting on their socials and enjoying themselves.  It was kind of fun to watch.  Like a TV show, noting how out of place he was in this group.  Nice as they were.

They moved from the cafe to the park, then to a karaoke bar, then to another bar.  Tam had been having such a carefree time, he didn’t think twice when his phone died at the park.  With the amount of photos and videos Gina had been taking and posting with it, he wasn’t all that surprised.

When their group decided to move to the next bar, Tam said his goodbyes.  

It’d been a big day, and he wasn’t much of a drinker.  On top of that, there was a female alpha in the bar hitting on him, as much as he tried to ignore her.  There was not much she could do while Tam was in a large group.

But in a nightclub?  It was easy to go missing and be forgotten…

When they all walked out onto the street, a sleek black SUV was parked right out front.  The moment Tam saw it, he realized he’d fucked up.  Pulling out his phone, he tapped the screen and remembered it was dead.  

‘Oh, shit a brick!’  He thought, stomach dropping.

A tall, white-haired man with tattoos stepped out of the car.  Tora.  He nodded to Tam and came around the car, opening the door for him.  Tam turned and said his goodbyes to Gina and her friends.  Watching them as they walked happily down the road like they didn’t have a care in the world.

Tam missed that feeling…

Anxiety began to build as he climbed into the SUV; Tam buckled himself while Tora closed the door.  He was a shapeshifter.  A mechanic by trade.  Bas said Bulwark had met him in a car park, offering to check his car over, cheaper than a legit mechanic.  He offered to do a whole lot more for a little extra cash.

Bulwark didn’t take him up on his offer but did go out drinking with him instead.  They bonded over their long string of doomed relationships.  All older lovers that treated them like garbage.  Bastion said Bulwark hired Tora straight away, sending him to the soldier’s training camp at Charity Gardens.

Tora had finished up his training for the Sengngai service and was currently in the city organizing his formal studies in machinery and mechanics.  When he wasn’t doing that, he was driving and doing errands.

Tam had only met Tora once during his introduction to the household.  It had been quick, and the shifter had been polite enough, but no doubt after a week of bunking with the other guards and working with the house staff, Tora would’ve been filled in with all the unflattering stories about Tam.  

Which would probably explain the chill he felt in the car now…

Tam could try talking?  But what was the point?  Everyone at home hated him.  Even his own children hated him.  His little angel, Achara, wanted nothing to do with him, except for when Sarai was being partially cruel.  And his twins screamed the house down if he tried to hold them or feed them.  Which only made his postpartum worse.  

These days, he had to stay away from his babies to make them happy…  If Tam thought about it too much, he’d start to spiral, questioning what the purpose was in surviving that nightmare…

Sengngai Tower wasn’t one of the biggest nor the flashiest in the city.  But it was the most beautiful, almost elegant.  It was a place for old and new money to enjoy themselves, but only if they valued privacy and discretion.  Tam hadn’t been around for the renovations, but Evie had.

She’d drawn the designs and had a hand in every change.  Turning this once ‘hell’s gate’ into the golden star of the city.  Every time Tam walked through the entrance of the building, he thought of her.  

‘Gods, he missed her…’

Evie had been his best friend, his sister, and his lover.  She’d been the driving force that placed him in Bastion’s bed and kept him there.  She was Bastion’s rock.  He trusted her and ran every business decision through her.

She was there to help Tam through his pregnancy with Achara, and then she was there when the postpartum reared its ugly head.  Evie was there when Bastion was stuck at work all day and all night.  She was there to protect Tam from Sarai’s tantrums.  She was there whenever he was bored, sad, lonely, or scared.

And now, she was gone.  

Not just plucked out of the world, but ripped from it, trapped and screaming as she burnt alive.  Without his memories, Tam always felt something missing.  With them back, he sometimes wished he could forget everything all over again.

Tora had walked up with him to the top floor and, without a single word, left him at Bastion's office door.  

‘Yeah…  He doesn’t like me either.’

Tam should’ve been used to it by now.  The staff at home, whom he’d once been close with, all used his last name when speaking to him now.  They were quick to end any conversation he started, and never stayed in a room for long when Tam walked in.

He was always surrounded by people, but was very much alone now.

Walking through the doors, Tam spotted Bastion sitting behind his desk, reading his papers.  He lifted his eyes to meet Tam’s, only to look back down.  His mate had an amazing amount of patience, but it wasn’t endless.  And compared to the monsters his father and uncle were, he was practically a saint.

“I’ll be finished up in a few minutes.”  Bastion said quietly.

Tam nodded and sat on one of the leather chairs across from Bas’s desk.  He waited, thinking any minute he was going to be chastised for breaking a rule.  And wondering how much yelling there would be before Bastion punished him.

If he broke one of the three rules, Tam’s penance was ‘Free To Use.’  Meaning Bastion could fuck him however he wanted, wherever he wanted, whether Tam consented or not.  It had been Tam’s idea before he’d gotten his memories back.  During a period of time when he was purposely horrid to Bastion, just so he wouldn’t have to think about anything but the angry sex that followed.

Bastion was handsome, in that ‘daddy’ way.  Broad, thick, and muscular.  He could pin Tam in place and ram into his body with such force it left him breathless and seeing stars.  Even thinking about his large hands wrapped around his neck, spitting vicious things into his ear, was making Tam’s body heat up.  

It didn’t take long before he started to drip slick.

His large mate stilled, no doubt smelling Tam’s desire.  Would he throw him over the desk?  Or maybe make Tam suck him off under the desk?

*BEEP*

“Hyde, is Tora still here?”  Bastion asked, speaking into the intercom on his desk.

“Yes, sir, at the bar.  Shall I send him up?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Tam stood.  

‘So it was going to be a blowjob under the desk while Bastion and Tora had a meeting?  He could work with that…’

He took off his jacket and started to walk around the large black desk, waiting for Bastion to move back so he could crawl under there.  But Bas didn’t move.  He didn’t even look up.  Only when Tora walked through the door did Bastion lift his head.

“Sorry, can you take Mr. Song back to the house, please?”

Tam felt an icy blade to the heart.  ‘Mr. Song?’  Tam had been downgraded to his last name by his lover now?

“I can wait until you’re finished, Bas!  I’m not that tired.”  He jumped in, giving the large man a small smile.

Yet it wasn’t returned.  “I’m not going home.  These papers are all wrong.”

“Well…  Maybe I can help?”  He leant a little closer.  He was still fantastic at numbers.

Bastion didn’t look at him, just nodded towards the door, and went back to looking at the paperwork.  Tam had just been dismissed.  

Not wanting to push his luck and start a fight, Tam picked up his jacket and bag, then walked out with Tora.

“Night, Bas.”  He said, looking back.  But his lover said nothing.  Jaw clenched.

Tam closed the door to the office and walked behind Tora, saying nothing as he followed.  When they walked out of the elevator, he was sharply bumped into by the most beautiful-looking omega.  Tam numbly apologized but in return was given a crooked look before the omega took the elevator up.

He stood there for a moment, watching the elevator's art deco dial go all the way across.  The omega was going to the top floor?

Tam’s stomach started to roll and cramp when a sickening thought bloomed in his mind: was Bastion finally done with him?  Maybe breaking another rule had been the final straw?

“Mr. Song?”  Tora said, interrupting his negative thoughts.

Tam nodded gloomily and followed him to the car, sitting quietly the whole way home.  In bed, he lay there for hours thinking about everything he was about to lose.  Bastion wouldn’t keep him around for much longer.  Not if he had a new lover.

That was all Tam was good for now.  He wasn’t a very good mother.  He didn’t know how to give Bastion advice on the business.  The house staff sure as shit didn’t like having him around.  

Tears slipped down his face freely as Tam’s thoughts spiraled on and on.  In his mind, he knew he deserved to be discarded.  But in his heart, trying to come to terms with the fact that his mate no longer wanted him was harder to accept.

What broke his heart the most; he always thought he’d have more time to earn his daughter’s forgiveness…

The morning after, Tam visited his girls.  Sarai ignored him, while Achara looked at him warily, running away when he tried to talk to her.  He visited the nursery, getting there in time for their morning feed.  Tam had ventured too close, causing his babies to start screaming.  

Feeling the weight of the nanny’s judgement had Tam walk straight back to his room.  Choosing to wallow in self-pity and skip meals to spend the day crying in the closet with one of Bastion’s coats he’d left by the door.

Tam tried again the next day.  Sitting next to Achara at breakfast, attempting to talk with her.  He tagged along to the park.  Texting Bastion every single time he left and arrived back at the house.  He followed the girls to their playdates and to their little picnics outside on the property.

The word was ‘following.’  Sarai and Achara told him daily to go away, to not come.  So against their wishes he went.  Yes, he was being selfish again.  But he tried to stay far enough away so as not to bother them too much.

Tam spent his nights waiting for the twins to sleep before sneaking into their room, sitting on the floor between their cribs.  Trying to spend any kind of time with them.  When they cried, he’d pick them up for a cuddle, only to make them cry harder.  He was stressing them out, but what could he do?

He didn’t know how much longer he had with them…

On the days Achara was brave enough to tell him off, Tam would leave the house, visiting Bastion at the office.  His mate was always too busy, always in a meeting with the head of houses, or in a rush to leave.

Without complaint, Tam would go straight home.  Making a beeline to Bastion’s room.  He stripped the bedding from Bastion’s massive bed, and collected his clothes from the hamper.  Dragging everything across the lawn to the guest house.  Tam would crawl into the closet, burying himself under the mountain of stolen items.  If he closed his eyes and breathed in his mate’s scent, Tam could almost delude himself into believing Bastion was with him...

Days bled into weeks.  Weeks to Months.  Yet there wasn’t a day Tam didn’t try.

The twins no longer cried when they saw him.  And at night, they let him feed them and rock them back to sleep.  Sarai was going through a phase of hating everything and everyone, giving the household staff and Bastion one hell of a time.  

Achara surprised Tam by sneaking into the guesthouse to hide in his room.  She’d found him in the walk-in closet, reading in his nest, and was fascinated by the fairylights.  At first, she would only sit across from him, listening quietly as he read her fairy-tales.  But gradually, she got closer and closer until one day, she fell asleep in his arms.

When Sarai’s moods calmed down, and the two sisters started getting along again, Achara went back to ignoring him.  Tam couldn’t deny it hurt, but what was important was he finally got to spend time with her.  Perhaps, with a little more time, he could try again…

Tam had given Bastion his space and respected his privacy, all in the hopes that his mate would come back to him in time.  He suffered through three heats, one more than usual, and had text his alpha each time, seeking relief.  Three heats, three texts, and three times a maid knocked on the guesthouse door to hand him suppressants.  

When the winter holidays approached, Bastion’s brother; Fort, his omega; Peat, and their six little ones all came to visit.  Which meant Bastion would stay home for the next two to three months…  

Gods, it was good to see him!  Just his mate’s presence in the same room did things to him.  Tam hadn’t used so many slick pads since the first few weeks he’d started working at the Sengngai Tower.  He’d even needed to grab one from Peat, just so he could drive to the store for more.

It was nice having Peat around.  He was kind and friendly.  And although Tam had a run-in with him before his memories returned, Peat never held it against him.  Tam owed the omega everything.

Whenever Tam found Peat alone, he’d walk over and start talking to him.  The omega’s presence was calming, and he always felt himself relaxing around him.  They kept to easy topics and even laughed a little.  Tam had forgotten how much he missed having someone to talk to.  He’d even held a conversation with Fort over something as mundane as herbs in the garden, which was insane!  Cause Fort scared the piss out of him!

Then it finally happened…  He and Bastion fought.  Tam hadn’t meant for it to happen.  Sarai had lost her temper and broken Peat’s sons’ pencils, ending with Fort stepping in.  Bastion was done with his daughter’s attitude, and Tam tried to step in to help, wondering what Evie would do in that situation.  

The conversation had ended with Bastion yelling at him.

“You are the last person I need parenting advice from, so shut up!!”

Tam’s mouth snapped shut, eyes going wide.  Everyone in the household was staring at him.  

‘Probably all thinking the same thing…’

That ended the winter holiday.  Fort and Peat stuck around for a few days but left for Charity Gardens, taking Sarai and Achara with them to spend time with their cousins.  Bastion went back to work, and Tam was left alone, again.

Every day, from the moment he woke up to the moment the twins went to bed, he stayed with them.  They let him feed them and fell asleep in his arms.  Most nights he just sat in their room, listening to them breathe, and stared at their pretty little faces, trying to memorize every detail.

Three days before Achara and Sarai were to return home, Bastion finally called Tam to his office.  It made sense.  He’d tell him to pack up and be gone before he returned with the girls.  

The whole way there, Tam wondered frantically if he was going to get a chance to say goodbye to the girls before having to leave.  Would he still get to see them?  Or would Bastion bury him under a mountain of legal tape?

Anxiety and denial built inside him like acid reflux, causing his stomach to cramp and making him breathless.  Tam walked through the golden doors of the Sengngai Tower and immediately thought of Evie.  How ashamed she’d be of him for failing them all.  

He was walked to the elevator doors and watched them open.  Feeling his legs and feet go cold.  The guard accompanying him held the door for him to walk in.  But Tam couldn’t move.  

He couldn’t.  

His mate was ending it, and Tam couldn’t face him.

“Mr. Song?”  The guard asked.

Tam looked at him.  The man was just another faceless soldier who drove him here.  Tora was back at Charity Gardens, most likely under Bulwark’s new car.  Shaking his head, more to himself, Tam turned on his heel and walked straight into the deco bar, ordering something strong.

He shot it, then ordered another.  Ignoring the guard that asked him to follow him.

“No, if Bastion wants to do this, he can do it here.”  And turned back to the bar.

Tam was four drinks in before he smelt Bastion.  Apples and bergamot.  With his woodsy cologne, it was the type of scent you could wrap yourself up in and never come out of.

‘Fuck how he had missed it!’

“The guard said you refused to come upstairs. I thought you were done acting like a brat?”  

Bastion’s tired voice sounded irritated, but at least he was talking to Tam.

“I’m not being a brat, not on purpose…  I just…  I know what you are going to say…  And…  I can’t…  I can’t…”

Tam felt tears fall down his cheeks.  Throwing back his drink to avoid looking at his now, soon-to-be ex-lover.

“Yes, but you promised that if you broke any rules, I could use the Free To Use card.  No matter how much you don’t want to.”  

Tam paused.  Surely he wasn’t so drunk he was hearing things?

“Sorry?”  He said before Bastion grabbed him by the elbow and dragged him off the chair.

He was marched through the main entrance and thrown into the elevators.

“Clothes off.  Now.”  Bastion’s deep voice ordered.

There were still so many floors the elevator could open on, but in his buzzed haze, Tam stripped, hiding behind Bastion’s massive body each time the doors opened.  To his horror, Bastion lifted him up, throwing Tam over his shoulder.

A single finger found his centre and pushed into him, twisting and jabbing until a second joined it.  Tam was held over Bas’s shoulder while he began fingering his little hole roughly.  The alpha didn’t stop the elevator doors from opening, giving whoever was standing on the other side a full view of Tam’s rear.

He was so embarrassed.  Slick dripped from his opening quickly, causing Bastion’s thick fingers to make the most humiliatingly wet sounds.  By the time they had made it to the top level, Tam was a blubbering mess as his mate’s three thick fingers fucked him mercilessly.

Bastion didn’t stop as he walked past the wall of guards, nor did he stop when he walked up the stairs and outside to the rooftop garden.  Tam’s head was spinning as the alcohol finally kicked in.  He was thrown onto the couch, only to have Bastion on him in an instant.

Thick, wicked fingers slammed back inside his throbbing channel, moving quickly to stretch and curl.  He tried to lift his hips, but Bastion pinned him down with one hand, taking Tam’s weeping length down his throat to the root.

There were no stars in the city, yet Tam saw thousands as he came quickly.  Bastion groaned, swallowing his desire before pulling back and licking his length clean.  Those thick fingers never stop hammering into him, forcing more pearly ribbons to drip from him.

Bastion could crush a man's skull with his bare hands.  And knowing that he held that kind of power and was using that strength to batter against Tam’s sweet spot had the world spinning faster.

“Ahh!”

Yelling in surprise, Tam was spun, forced to get on all fours.

“All those people downstairs all know you’re about to get fucked senseless.”  Bas spat at him.  Four fingers forced their way into his body with such force he felt himself cum, or was he peeing?  Fuck, it just felt so good!

Clawing at the couch, Tam spread his legs out wider.

“Ha, if only they could see what a dirty slut you are.  Well, some saw in the elevator…  Should we go back and show them how wide I can make you gape?”

Tam’s arms gave out under him; tears of tortured bliss slipped down his cheeks as they burned with humiliation.  All those people had seen him naked, over Bas’s shoulder.

“If-if ngh ah! If you-you mmm ah! W-want…”  He sobbed out.  He didn’t want to, but if it was what Bastion desired, he’d let him fuck him in the bar while everyone watched.

“What?”  The large man said, pulling away from him.

Tam was shaking, body still in the middle of one long climax.

“I-if you w-want t-to.  I’ll d-do it f-for you.” He panted, trying to turn and sit up, only to fall to the ground.  He crawled over the tiled floor, clutching at Bastion’s pants.

“Any-anything…I’ll do any-ything.  Pl-please don’t send m-me away.”

Bastion fisted Tam’s hair and yanked him up, causing him to yelp.

“I’m cashing in an FTU; I’m not sending you anyway.”  Bastion forced Tam’s head into his crotch, rubbing his massive cock over his face.  

He wondered if maybe this was a one-time deal before Bastion told him to hit the road…  One last hurrah before the new boy moves in…

If that was the case, Tam was going to make the most of it.

Shaky hands lifted to find Bastion’s zipper.  He pulled it down slowly, unbuttoning the top button to open the black suit pants.  Bastion had left his jacket in his office, and his white shirt was rolled up to show off every bulging muscle.

He wore nothing under his pants, so it was easy to reach in and lift that heavy thickness out.  Bastion’s scent was stronger, and Tam couldn’t help but rub his face all over his mate’s cock.  Loving the heat, the soft flesh that covered an absolute weapon.

“Want something?  Ask, I’m in the mood to be generous…”  Bastion said, his deep voice mocking him.

Tam knew Bastion meant for him to ask to suck his cock.  But if this was the last time they were to do this…  Why not try his luck on asking for something else?

“Can…can you be nice to me?”  He said quietly.  Regretting it the moment he said it.

“What?”  Bastion asked, hand releasing Tam’s hair.

‘Crap, he fucked up!’

“N-no-tothing!”  He stuttered, hands flying up to grasp Bastion’s length, hoping to distract him.

Instead, Bastion grabbed his arms and yanked him to his feet.  The world spun a little with the rush of it before Tam was being shaken.

“Say it again!”  Bastion ordered.

Tears pooled and slipped down his face as he mentally pictured Bastion yelling at him and walking away.

“I j-just, if…if this was ou-our l-last time t-together, could you b-be nice t-to me?  I mean, just t-this once?”  Tam tried to cover his face with his hands.

There was a long pause between them before Bastion gripped his arms and squeezed them gently.

“Tam, stop crying and just say it again.”  Bastion ordered, a little more calmly.

Tam sniffled and took a few deep breaths before sitting down.  He was feeling light-headed, and his legs felt weak.

“I…  I didn’t…  I couldn’t come up here when you called, because I…  Couldn’t face you…”

Tam struggled to say the word.

“Dum-dumping me.  And I just thought…if-if this was our last t-time together…  I mean…  Everyone hates me…  And I understand why…  I j-just wanted you t-to be nice t-this last t-time.”

The zipper on Bastion’s pants went up.  Tam kept his head down, waiting to hear the door to the office close, but instead he felt warmth as his body was covered with…  Bastion’s shirt?

The large man sat on the fire pit across from him, his naked muscular chest littered with old scars.

“Why would you think I was dumping you?  I can’t dump you, Tam.  We are mated.  For life.  We have children together.”

“Oh, come on!  The kids don’t want me around!  You don’t want me around.  I’m not a good mother or mate.  I can’t help you with the business, nor can I give you good advice.  The only thing that I had going for me was my body for you to use, and then you started sleeping with that other omega...”

Tam felt his body grow cooler; his words were sinking into him, and he started to feel a numbing resignation bleed through him.  

‘At least he could finally say how he felt.’

“Bastion…  I love you so much.  And I have been nothing but a burden to you since the incident.  You have been through so much and deserve to be happy.  The kids deserve to be happy.  My only wish is that, if they ever…ever what to know me…  That you’ll let me see them.”

Tears dropped to his lap like rain, but strangely he felt at peace now that he got it all off his chest.

“You know…  That’s the first time you said you loved me since that day on the bridge.”  Bastion said quietly.  “I had been so sure your feeling for me had died with her that day.  That I had lost you both.”

The deep chasm opened up where Tam’s heart should have been.  The guilt was eating him alive.

Bastion sighed.  Leaning forward to grab Tam’s head in his big hands, forcing him to look into his eyes.

“We have been through a lot.  YOU, me, and the kids.  But we will get through it together, as a family….  YOU, me, and the kids.  Understand?”

Tam blinked, vision watery.

“You’re not telling me to leave?”  He said self-consciously.

Bastion pulled Tam into his lap and hugged him like a bear.  Making all the air wheeze out of him.

“Fuck.  Fort was right…”  Bastion sighed, rubbing Tam’s back.

“About?”  ‘Now this he had to know…’

“He wanted to know why you were slicking your way through the winter break…”

Bastion started, though Tam groaned in embarrassment when he said it like that.

“I told him I was waiting for you to come to me.  You’d been doing so well with the girls.  You were working on your relationship with them, yes?”

Tam nodded.  He hadn’t realized Bastion knew.

“I was waiting for you to approach me.  But Fort told me I was being stupid, that waiting could cause misunderstandings…  Which in this case clearly has…”

Tam sniffled softly against his mate’s chest.

“But I did approach you!  I visited you all the time!  I send you texts constantly…”

Bastion sighed again.  His warm hand still rubbing Tam’s back.

“I won’t lie… At first I WAS annoyed at you for breaking the rules again.  You left the house with no notice, spent the day with your friend, went out to a bar, and didn’t once check in with me or the nannies to see how the girls were.  Honestly?  I was fucking livid.”

Tam felt the shame rush over him.  He was such an asshole.

“But then you were trying so hard with our daughters.  The nannies texted every time you visited.  I knew I was neglecting you, but I thought if you were so focused on them, I could focus on the fuck-ups at work, and then we could work things out between us later.  Tam…  It was never my intention to leave you, or to make you feel like I planned to.  Honey, I’m so sorry.”  Bastion said gently, hugging him tighter.

Thinking about it now, there was this massive void between them.  A place that Evie once filled.  Bastion would throw himself into work, and it would be Evie who kept Tam company at home.  She was such a force that he sometimes didn’t notice whether Bas was home or not.

When he started to feel needy, it was Evie who stormed the Sengngai Tower and threw Tam at him, forcing the alpha to pause between meetings to fulfill his omega’s desires.  He and Bastion were still acting like Evie was here to fix everything between them, but they were both going around in this toxic circle.

Tam hugged Bastion’s muscular arm like a lifeline.  Feeling his heart hurt.  He still wasn’t used to her being gone…

  “I forgive you…”  He whispered.

Underneath him, his mate’s massive body relaxed as he sighed in relief.  Tam couldn’t help but smile and roll his eyes a little.

“Of course I forgive you!  I’m an asshole but not a fucking idiot!  And the gods know I haven’t made these last few years easy for you…”

Bastion groaned like a wounded bear.  “Ohhh my gods, yes!  How can such a tiny person be such a ginormous pain in my ass?!”

Tam grinned, lifting his legs to curl up properly on Bas’s lap.  Compared to Bastion, everyone was tiny.  His mate curled an arm around Tam’s legs, holding him completely.  How had he forgotten what a cuddle bear this man was?  

Evie wasn’t much of a hugger.  She’d do it if someone was crying, but she ran hot and didn’t like to sweat.  Bastion, however, was surprisingly physically affectionate.  Something that Tam didn’t see coming when they first started sleeping together.

His alpha was the first to break the silence.

“The kids don’t hate you.  The nannies fill me in on everything.  Both twins look for you when you aren’t around.  Sarai…  Well…some therapy might do her some good.  And Achara…  She misses you very much.  She’s just scared you’ll forget about her again.  With time, she’ll come around.  Fort said she was even asking about you yesterday.”  

Tam couldn’t help but feel the tears gather once more as Bastion’s deep voice carried over him.

“She was?”  He asked softly, pulling his head out from under Bastion’s chin to look up at him.

“MMhhmm…  Peat’s brother has apparently written a fairytale book about omegas…  Or maybe it was about foxes?  Oh, I don’t know, but Peat gave Achara a copy, and she wanted to call you to tell you.  She said you would read it to her…”

Tam’s heart burst in his chest.  He started sobbing pitifully against Bastion’s shoulder, nodding over and over again.

“Yes…I-I will… I will I will I will…”

He cried like a child, letting all the buildup of pain and loneliness pour out.  For hours Bastion held him, rocking him and whispering the sweetest things.  When Tam had finally calmed down, the fire in the pit was roaring, and the staff had come and gone with dinner and drinks.

Tam hadn’t moved from Bastion's lap once.  Keeping his head tucked under Bas’s chin and relaxing to the sound of his heartbeat.  He lifted his hand and brushed his fingers over his mate’s broad chest.

“Are you feeling any better?  Need some more water?”

Tam shook his head and snuggled tighter against his mate’s body.

“...Just to be clear…  I haven’t been with anyone else but you.  You mention me sleeping with another omega.  I haven’t.”

Tam let it sit in the air for a while, then described the omega that passed him in the elevator. 

“Ahhhh, that night.  Yeah, that would be Theo Chernobog.”

“Chernobog…  As in the head of Kami House?”  Tam asked, confused.

Bastion nodded.  

“Soon to be former head of Kami House, after the issues I’ve been having with him for the last couple of years.  These last few months have been spent making plans to pull him out as head.”

“Oh, so why was this Theo here?”  Tam asked.

His mate snorted.  

“Chernobog suspects his power is coming to an end and sent his son to seduce me.  Not the first or second time.”

“Oh…”  Was all Tam could say.

“I booted him out the moment he tried to walk into the office that night.  He’s been staying in a hotel room on the lower level.  Too scared to go home just yet.”

“Ohhhh…  So…who are you thinking of to take head of Kami?”

Bastion rattled off a few names; all of them had loyalties to the family.  But one stood out more.

“Out of all of them, the Vidarrs seem like the easier choice.  They hold blood ties; they were loyal to the family but still stood up to your father and grandfather.  And his oldest son is a Sengngai soldier.  From what I vaguely remember of him, he seemed level-headed.”

Bastion smiled and nodded.

“Having Asmund Vidarr as House Kami’s wheel would be a massive load off my mind.  And if Frost were to take over from him one day, I’d never have to worry about their loyalty to Sarai.”

Tam looked up at Bastion and smiled.

“Did I just help with a business thingy?”

His mate huffed in amusement and leaned down, nuzzling Tam’s ear.  

“You did.  Thank you, honey.”

Warmth rolled down Tam’s body; suddenly he was all too aware that he was very much naked in this man’s lap.  When he had first met Bastion, the alpha had been his boss, and although he’d tried to be professional, that attraction had been instant.

His mate was larger and older than anyone Tam had ever dated or slept with.  He was a presence to behold, and when Evie brought Tam into their bed, she was there to hold him while her husband ravaged his body.

“I miss her.”  He said suddenly.

Bastion kissed the corner of his mouth.  “I miss her too.”

“What do you think she’d say if she saw us now?”

“Well…”  Bastion thought.  “She’d yell at the both of us for being at odds for so long.  Then after burning a massive, crippling hole in the bank account.  She’d more than likely order me to make a complete and utter mess of you.”  He laughed.

Tam laughed with him.  It was exactly what she’d do…

“I have to ask…you said be nice to me…  You have never asked that before.”  Bastion said quietly.  Fingers creating gentle circles on Tam’s thighs.

“It’s always been this game between the three of us.  You never really said much during sex; it was more Evie’s thing.  And I liked it, cause I knew it was just for fun…  I guess I’ve been feeling really bad about myself, so hearing those words come from you felt like little knives jabbing at me.”

Tam said quietly.  Wringing his hands nervously.

“So you’d be ok if we dropped the humiliation?”  Bastion’s thumb caressed the mating mark on the back of Tam’s neck.  He couldn’t stop himself from shuddering as it felt like his whole body was being caressed.

“Umm…I don’t mind a little of it still.  And…I…kind of miss being under your desk…”  He said blushing hotly.  “When I said, be nice to me, I meant the words you use.  I like how rough and suffocating you can be; it’s just the words hurt.”

Bastion was quiet for a moment before sighing in relief.

“Thank fuck!”

“Huh?!”  Tam pulled back in surprise.

“I’m not going to lie.  I fucking hated it.  It was Evie’s thing, and I still hated when she did it.  But I couldn’t say anything because you seemed to like it.  You’re my lover, my mate, my tiny little pain in the ass.  I don’t want to be mean to you!”

They both were grinning as they locked eyes.  Tam leant up, closing the space between them.  At first, their kiss was soft and gentle, but it grew to be something deeper, something desperate.

Tam gave up control, relaxing in Bas’s touch as his alpha pulled the shirt away from his naked body.  He moved, turning to straddle Bastion’s lap, leaning his back against that warm chest.  This was the perfect position.  A favorite of all three of them.  

In it, Bastion could hold him all he liked.  Tam could enjoy how his alpha’s mouth never left his mating mark.  And Evie… She loved to watch the pleasure and discomfort on Tam’s face as he took everything Bastion slammed into him.

His large mate’s fingers found his centre instantly, fingering his hole roughly until Tam was clawing at Bastion’s thighs under him.  His slick was starting to drip once again, eliciting a pained groan from the bear behind him.

All omegas smelt sweet to alphas, each with their own scent and taste.  Bas wasn’t Tam’s first alpha, but he was the first to knot him, the first to mark him.  Tam had always known his scent was similar to honey.  But it was Bastion that said he was like a little yakgwa.  A delicious mixture of honey and ginger that made his scent warm and comforting.  

His slick was addictive to his mate.  An erotic, shimmery mess that smelt and tasted like fried sugar and soju, getting his alpha drunk instantly.  Tam felt a thrill race down his body as Bastion cupped his hole, collecting his slick, before coating his massive cock with it.

“It’s been a while…  We don’t have any toys to stretch you…”  Bastion said hotly against his back, kissing over his shoulder blades as he palmed Tam’s backside.

Shaking his head, Tam reached around and pressed that heavy thickness against the crease of him, feeling the heat as it rubbed over his centre.  With two fingers, Tam pressed at the fat tip, pushing it against his slick-soaked opening.  He lifted his hips as Bastion kept still, breathing heavily against his back.

Tam bore down, gasping at the stinging burn as that fat head passed through the tight ring of muscles.  ‘Fuck!  Bastion was too big!’  Normally they needed a vibrator to help him get through the first few strokes until Tam got used to it…

Taking Bastion’s hands, he moved them up to his nipples, rubbing those calloused fingers over his delicate flesh.

“Be…ah…nice to me…”  He whimpered, squeezing his insides around that monster, before bearing down a little more.

Bastion paused, before licking a long line up Tam’s spine.  Thick fingers circled over his nipples until they pebbled and plucked at them gently before one abandoned its post to rub over Tam’s soft length.

With that large hand massaging over his cock and gentle fingers pinching at his nipple, Tam felt his toes curl, squeezing around that massive thickness once again.

“You’re so tight…  So soft and warm.”  His mate panted behind him.

Those words made his legs shake.

“More…”  He gasped.

“You smell divine.  Honey and soju.  I feel drunk off your skin.  I want to lick every inch of you!”

Tam sank down a little lower, taking deep breaths to avoid the sickening burn.  Bastion continued talking, distracting him with sweet words…

“I’ve missed you so much; I’ve missed this.  Work has been hell, the houses have been fighting constantly, and I’ve been acting like a massive cunt towards you.  I’m so sorry, my love.  I would never send you away.  Never!  I need to close; I need to hear your voice.  I need to keep your scent close.  I need to hear your adorable little snores at night...”

Tam laughed in surprise and found himself sitting back further.  Bastion’s hands were everywhere, touching and caressing.

“I don’t snore!”

Bastion snorted.

“Yes, you do!  And I miss it!  I even miss you stealing all the covers!”

Tam grinned.  ‘Yeah, that he did.’  Though all three of them had their own rooms, only Tam and Bastion slept side by side every night.  Evie liked her space, starfishing out without a tiny blanket hog or a massive cuddle bear that smothered her in his sleep.

Lifting his hips, Tam pulled up, only to bear down, taking much more of that huge thickness.

“Honey, I don’t think I can… It’s too good…”

“Please… Not yet.  Just…  Just a little longer…”

Bastion groaned but nodded, forehead resting against Tam’s shoulder.  His lover’s hands were taking turns between rolling and pinching his nipples, and jerking him off and massaging his sack.  When Tam felt the first pull of a climax rolling near, he took a deep breath and sat down completely, cumming hard the moment Bastion's fat cockhead pushed through the end of him.

“Now?”  Bastion said, his voice sounding strained.

Tam whimpered, nodding.

His large mate gripped him by the waist and lifted his body up, only to slam Tam back down.  Tam’s head fell back, wincing, toes curling as Bastion began to use his body like a fleshlight.  It was intense, but every time the fat tip rubbed over his sweet spot or pummeled into the very end of him, Tam saw starlight.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven, your scent…fuck… I feel dizzy.”  Bastion panted before leaning back to put his hips into it.

Tam’s eyes rolled back; his intestines felt like they were being rearranged.  He was caught between wanting to vomit and wanting to cum hard.  When Bastion started to move faster, Tam stopped breathing.  His whole body pulling tight, feeling Bastion start to thicken even more when his insides crushed around it.

“Fuck…  Feels like you’re going to break it!”  His mate groaned out, slamming Tam’s body down.  Pinning him to his pelvis and grinding up into him, holding there while liquid fire filled him deeply.  Tam arched, legs going out as his toes curled; the moment he felt that heat, he came hard, screaming silently when white starlight blinded his vision. 

His stomach was bulging uncomfortably, but he couldn’t bear to be anywhere else on the planet.  He lay back against Bastion, both of them panting.  Sweat making their skin glisten under the firelight.

Bastion was the first to break the silence.

“When we go home, can you stay with me?”

His mate’s muscular arms wrapped around him in a huge bear hug, while he continued to suck on his mating mark.

“You mean spend the night?”  Tam asked shyly.

Internally he was praying he could move back into Bastion’s room.  His mate was the best Big Spoon.  He used to hold Tam like a baby holds a favorite snuggly.  And Tam felt so protected, so safe…so loved like that.

“I mean, move back into our room.  Spend the night every night.  If you aren’t comfortable yet, then we will go at your pace.  But I really have missed you…I’ve missed having you in my arms.  I’ve missed just having you there to talk to and laugh with…  It’s been so lonely.”

Tam swallowed his emotions as they rolled up.

“You’ve been lonely too?”  He asked softly.

Bastion groaned behind him like a wounded bear.

“Yes!  So fucking lonely.  I’m surround by people constantly, yet…  Fuck, it’s been hell without you!”

Tam was lifted off Bastion’s thickness and turned in his arms for a proper bear hug.  His mate’s hand moved down to squeeze him around the middle.

“Wait! Wait! Oh, crumbs!”  He said as everything Bastion left in him was squeezed out.

His mate huffed with laughter.  Tam smacked him lightly on the arm, but it was too late; the mess was made.

“Can we go home now?”  Bastion asked, lips trailing under Tam’s ear.  He shivered, pawing at his alpha’s broad chest.

“Can I make a formal request first?”  He asked.

“Anything, Honey… What is it?”

Tam wrapped his arms around Bastion, keeping their mouths together in a desperate kiss, as his mate pounded into him.  He wouldn’t be able to cum for a few more hours, but this wasn’t for that.

Bastion pinned him to the hallway wall; they were alone, but the guards all knew why they’d been sent downstairs.  With thick hands holding Tam up, Bastion moved his body like his own personal toy, causing Tam to drip from both ends.

This was what he liked the most, loving how wild Bastion was, loving that erotic feeling of being used for his pleasure.  Now that he was soft and soaking, Tam wanted Bas to fuck him like this.  He wanted to be held and smothered.  He wanted Bas to take pleasure in his body, over and over again.

Tam cried silently as he felt the swell and the hot flood, enjoying his lover's release, feeling him pant hotly over his skin.  They stayed like that for a few moments, holding each other until Baston pulled out, helping Tam to his feet, and helping him into his white button-up.

His mate collected himself, tucking his half-hard length back into his pants before pressing the elevator button.  When the doors opened, Bastion kissed him sweetly, staring into his eyes with such love.  It took his breath away.

Tam was lifted and thrown over his alpha’s shoulder before the large man stepped into the elevator, pressing the ground floor’s button.

Bastion had called for the driver to meet them out the front of the building.  His alpha walked through the golden lobby and down the entrance stairs; shirtless, neck and chest painted in his omega’s slick.

That was Tam’s request.  To be carried out half naked with his alpha’s release dripping down his legs.

It was barbaric but symbolic.  

Word would carry of it throughout the city.  Bastion Sengngai claimed his mate in front of his employees and high society.  It publicly solidified their bond, a clear statement to any and all omegas to back the fuck off.  It boosted the image of Bastion as a King; powerful, virile, with his marked omega, sexually satiated, over his shoulder.

When Tam was placed in the town car, he kindly asked for the partition to be raised and jumped on his mate’s lap.

“Again…  claim me again…”  He whispered against Bastion’s mouth, sighing when he was filled once more.

“Again, when we get home…”  He gasped.  Relaxing his body when Bastion moved inside his body easily.

“Again, nngh…in t-the morning…  Bastion… don’t st-top…”

There were no stars in the city’s sky, but Tam was blinded by starlight the whole way home.

Sex couldn’t heal all wounds.  Though, the bond they shared was a stepping stone in the right direction.  Their family needed time and patience.  But as long as they tried every day, little by little…wounds would heal, actions and words would be forgiven, and love would slowly fill the void their lover and friend sadly left behind…