“Why should I be?”
“We’re enemies and you’re my kidnapper,” he reminded, though when Aneski brought his mouth to his lips, Flix didn’t resist. Instead, he leaned in to accept the kiss, licking forward to greet his tongue. They dueled for dominance, the Brumal all pent-up lust and rage to counter Aneski’s greed and desperation.
And he was desperate. He couldn’t even muster up the embarrassment Flix was referring to.
“I’m finally taking what I’ve always wanted,” Aneski breathed against his skin before pulling away to trail open-mouth kisses down the expanse of Flix’s neck. “Where’s the shame in that?”
“Right, because you’re a Shepard,” Flix drawled. “A thug. Stealing is your forte.”
“Who cares if I’m a Shepard and you’re Brumal?” he said. “We’re both just flesh and bone at the end of the day. Both just,” he reached between them and grabbed onto Flix’s hard member, “slaves to sensation and desire.”
“Speak for yourself.”
“Don’t deny it,” he insisted, shifting onto his knees, planting one at either side of Flix’s hips on the couch. Aneski tilted Flix’s large cock, moving so his hole was angled and he could rub that silky, wet crown against his entrance.
“Stop,” Flix demanded, surprising him when he added, “You’ll hurt yourself.”
He chuckled. “I came prepared. Worked myself good and open to receive you quick. I’m no idiot. Even having given you three times the normal amount, there’s no telling when the drugwill wear off. Your hands have to stay bound, which means you can’t exactly help me in that regard, now can you?”
“So I’m just a cock to you then, that it?” Flix was angry, but the way his hips lifted off the couch in an attempt to enter Aneski gave away he was also too horny to try to put a stop to this. “A toy for you to ride and use and discard?”
“And lick and suck and come all over,” Aneski added, not feeling the least bit guilty about all of this. “You deserve it.” He deserved worse, but this wasn’t about him. This was about Aneski and finally putting an end to those childish fantasies floating around in his head, distracting him.
“After this,” he promised, the words spoken aloud as he wiggled that cockhead into himself, notching it in place, “I’ll forget all about you. You’ll mean nothing to me—No, less than nothing.”
Flix laughed, his head resting back on the couch, eyes narrowed but intensely gazing at him.
“What’s so funny?”
“After this, I’m going to cut that pretty dick of yours off and feed it to your friend Popcorn,” Flix stated.
Aneski paused, the sting and slight burn of the stretch of his hole forgotten when a wave of worry rushed over him. “I won’t give you the chance.”
“Or maybe I’ll just fuck you until you’re a bleeding, sobbing mess, begging me to have mercy and slit your throat instead. How’s that sound, Ani? To be fucked to death by me? To meet Light screaming my name?”
“That’s not—” Wait. No. He searched Flix’s eyes, praying he’d misheard, hopeful that maybe he really had when there was no immediate change in the older man.
Then there was a crackling sound and a pop a second before Flix’s arms came around him. He thrust upward, fully seating himself inside of Aneski’s hole hard enough Ani sawstars and couldn’t think to resist when he was lifted and slammed onto his back on the couch. One of Flix’s hands went to his throat, pinning him down, while the other grabbed the underside of his left thigh and shoved his leg up.
Aneski cried out as his body was forced into the strenuous position, his knee practically up by his shoulder. The shockwaves radiating through him prevented him from thinking clearly, and before he realized he should be trying to get free, Flix started moving over him, rapidly battering his entrance with aggressive thrusts that shook the entire couch beneath them.
He was torn between the stinging pleasure of being roughly taken and the horror of finding out Flix knew who he was. It was one thing to be called by his name, but the older man had gone straight for the jugular by referring to him as Ani.
Something broke open inside of him and he snarled, finally lashing out, striking Flix across the face hard enough to crack the mask. One of the pieces cut into his cheek, and a droplet of crimson splashed down onto Aneski’s chin.
Flix laughed, the sound dark and fairly manic, and despite the injury, he didn’t break rhythm, pummeling into Ani with seemingly all his strength.
He winced and cried out and tore at Flix’s sides with his nails, but the other man didn’t let up.
“To be clear,” Flix said, practically breathing the words overtop him, “this isn’t because of the drug. I want you to know that, Ani. I want you to know that right now, you’re being fucked like this as a punishment. Does it hurt? It should. No matter how well you thought you’d opened yourself up for me, this should be painful for you.”
“How?” Aneski blinked against the tears that pooled in his eyes and clenched his jaw against the sharp stabbing sensation in his rear. Because Flix was right. Itdidhurt. Only…His dick rubbed between them, slicking their skin with precome,the friction keeping him caught in that blissful place where pain could actually fuel pleasure.
“My bestie is the Butcher,” Flix reminded. “I’m immune to most drugs.”
“You tricked me.”
“I don’t think you have the right to sound affronted.” He moved his hand from his throat and twisted one of his nipples, chuckling when Ani sobbed. “You don’t have the right to this either.” His palm moved down to tap at Ani’s dick.
