The night Flix seemed to have forgotten entirely.
“If you weren’t so pigheaded,” he whispered, knowing Flix could still hear him, “we could stop meeting like this. Although,” he tugged on his cock a little harder than necessary, “maybe you like it? That it? Big bad Fixer like being taken advantage of by little old me?”
It was telling to call him that since his title as Runner within the Brumal was more well known, but Aneski was feeling emboldened by the mixture of emotions coursing through him.
Flix mumbled something behind the gag, and even though he’d managed to resist for half a month already, Aneski found his free hand stretching out.
His pointer finger looped into the drenched material and slipped it down to the blond’s chin. “What’s that?”
“If you’re going to—”
“I don’t like sticking my dick up ass,” Aneski cut him off. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy watching you take all the toys I picked out for you.”
Flix grit his teeth and then stated, “I was going to say kill me.”
“Oh.” He continued to work his flushed cock with his hand as they spoke. “That’s not what I want from you.”
“Reconsider,” Flix surprised him by saying. “Because once I’m free, I’m coming for you. And for the record, I do like sticking my dick up ass. I’m going to tear through yours—”
Aneski pulled the gag back up and shifted uncomfortably on his heels. He’d already been semi-hard from the view, but how he felt himself thicken to full mast behind his tight jeans. He didn’t want to be turned on by Flix’s threats, but as per usual, when it came to this particular Brumal member, Aneski’s body was a traitor.
Things could have been so different between them…
If only he hadn’t betrayed Ani.
He finished Flix off silently, giving a satisfied sigh when his cock finally unloaded. Usually, he’d clean him off a bit, but knowing he was at the end of his rope, Aneski opted to leave him kneeling in his own juices instead.
Standing, he hesitated, mouth opening and closing several times before he gave up on coming up with anything witty and simply left.
When the door slammed shut behind him, he tried not to think about the time a younger version of himself had been scolded by Flix for doing the exact same thing.
With any luck, it’d pissed the blond off just as much now as it did then.
Chapter 2:
His mouth was dry, and his shoulders ached, but Flix kept those discomforts to himself as he waited for the man standing across from him to speak. He knew it was a man despite the blindfold, the same way he knew they were the only two in the room at the moment.
The smell.
It was like buttered popcorn, strong and constant whenever this one visited, which was every morning and evening like clockwork.
Flix had figured out the pattern early on, though since he had no concept of how long he’d been unconscious beforehand, it was impossible to know exactly how long he’d been locked up here. If he had to guess, it was at least three weeks now.
Where the fuck was Berga?
In the beginning, he’d been told by the popcorn-smelling one that his friends wouldn’t be coming for him, that they’d been informed he was going on vacation or some such bullshit. Honestly, he’d inwardly laughed at that because the last time he’d taken a vacation from the Brumal, he’d been six. Alas, apparently, he had to concede that whatever they’d told the others, it’d been good.
Clearly, they all believed them since no one had broken down the door and come to his rescue yet.
Typically, he’d save himself and not bother waiting; however, his kidnappers—because there were two of them, he was positive—were either seriously lucky or knew something about him that they shouldn’t.
All of his restraints were made out of metal. If he tried anything funny, he’d only end up shocking himself.
Not ideal.
Though, if this kept up for much longer, the choice would soon be taken out of his hands. If he didn’t leach within the next week or so, his Shout abilities would bubble over and he’d end up using them without meaning to.
It wasn’t just the metal that was stopping him, it was knowing every single second he was here was being recorded.
