A flash of pain that quickly dissipated.
“Bet you think I don’t know about all the dick you’ve spread these golden thighs for.” Flix drove into him with more force, grinning when Aneski cried out, and then ran his fingers through his hair again, raking his nails across the younger man’s scalp. “What? Did you really think I didn’t recognize you in those films you seem to enjoy making so much? Can’t hide from me, Tiny Terror.” On impulse, he ran his tongue across the side of Ani’s face, the burst of salt somehow making him harder. “Though, you really should have tried.”
He hadn’t. A couple of months after Russ’s funeral, he’d at least gotten the message and stopped coming around, but he’d never gone out of his way to avoid Flix. If they happened to be at the same bar, the same club, the same whatever, Ani had always held his head high and blatantly stared as if daring Flix to acknowledge him.
Flix never had.
“Go out of my way to do you a favor, and this is how you repay me?” He snorted and thrust in so hard he practically ground his hipbones against Ani’s plush ass. “I even looked the other way when you started fucking around. Tell me, which one of those filthy pricks took your virginity, huh?”
Aneski moaned and tried to turn his head, but Flix held him steady with his left cheek pressed to the polished wood.
“Tell me!” he barked, settling more of his weight over him crushingly.
Ani gasped. “Flix, please.”
“Wrong name,” he growled. “I sure as hell would remember if it’d been me.”
“That’s not funny.”
“Didn’t mean for it to be.” He wasn’t even sure why it was suddenly so important or what he planned to do once he did know, but Flix had to. All those years of patience and self-control went straight out the window. With every thrust of his cock the urge grew more and more. “Name. Now.”
“Flix.” Aneski was panting, his cheeks flushed, his hair starting to stick to his forehead. “Flix.”
“Stop calling me,” he growled. “I want a name. A real name—”
“Be’tessi!” He clenched down around him and they both moaned. “Please! Please!”
Flix grabbed him, peeling him off the table. Wrapping an arm around his waist, he kept himself buried to the hilt as he dropped back on the couch, Aneski’s legs spreading around his. He held the younger man close, his back against his chest, and started fucking up into him, spurred on by the little mewling noises Ani started making as he thrashed and writhed in his grasp.
His other hand captured Ani’s dick, pumping him in time with his thrusts. For a moment, Flix got lost in the sensations, in the sounds and the smell and the feel of the other man completely in his control. His balls drew up, signaling he was close, and his hand quickened its motions, intent on bringing Ani there first.
Less than a minute later, he achieved his goal.
Aneski twitched against him, practically screaming as he came. He was still in the process of it when Flix shoved him forward yet again, splaying him over the table a second time.
He pulled his cock out of that tight hole and rubbed himself off the rest of the way. It only took three pumps of his fist and then he was coming as well, splattering his release all across Ani’s back. The orgasm took forever because every time he looked at the belt wrapped around his neck, or the way his hole was still puckered and fluttering he felt another wave zap through him.
It was tempting to close his eyes and take a break once he was finally spent, but Flix couldn’t risk letting his guard down, not before his Tiny Terror was fully secured.
He planted one knee against the table next to Ani’s side and then slipped two fingers beneath the leather belt, leaning down to kiss the curve of his ear. “I wonder how long it’ll take for my come to dry on your skin.”
“No—”
Flix shoved him back down and then used his powers, letting a couple of tiny shocks of electricity slip directly from his fingers into Ani. The younger man jerked once and then went still, completely knocked out.
Years of practice on his own had allowed him to properly gauge how much voltage it would take to render someone unconscious without doing any real damage. Pleased with his handy work, Flix sighed and sat back on the couch.
His good mood didn’t last long, however.
It started to sour the instant he recalled he’d never gotten that name.
Chapter 9:
Aneski was woken by the press of insistent fingers wiggling their way inside of him. He gasped, panicking as his mind scrambled to drag itself from slumber. It was the night before his brother’s funeral, and to help cope, he’d gone to bed in Russ’s room. Alone. He’d even locked the front door so—
“Shh,” a rumbly voice coaxed, the heavy body that’d been pinning him to the mattress shifting slightly but not freeing him. “Relax, baby. ‘Is me.”
Ani blinked, but in the darkness of the room, he couldn’t see much aside from the outline of the person when he twisted his head. Still, he’d recognize that voice anywhere.“F-Flix?”
