“I don’t,” Zane rolled his head against the table in an attempted shake, “I don’t understand.” His voice was already hoarse from all the crying he’d been doing, and it was clear his mind was slow. If this were any other time, he would have put two and two together in an instant.
Even if he didn’t like the reality.
“It was me,” Pavel admitted, leaning in close as he tweaked Zane’s nipple clamp again, sending the man wailing. “Do you remember that night? I do. It was at one of Kelevra’s parties, a big thing he invited the Satellite to. Lyra was there also, and the bitch couldn’t keep her hands off of you. She tried to hide it since you’ve always ever been her dirty little secret, but I saw. When she had to leave early, I was elated, unfortunately, I was also wasted by that point.”
Pavel had spent most of the evening drinking his feelings in the corner of the high-rise apartment Kelevra owned. He’d been sullen and bitter, sick of being ignored and overlooked by the one person on any planet that should have been by his side.
As children, Zane had been the clingy one. The one always insisting they stick together, the one who couldn’t even get up and walk to the bathroom alone at night without Pavel there to protect him from the dark.
He’d been drunk and angry, and when Zane had stumbled up to one of Kelevra’s spare rooms, he’d followed without realizing his intent.
“You mistook me for him when I walked into the room behind you,” he said. “All the lights were off. It gave me enough time to change. The cock cage was in one of the end tables; I knew where Kel kept his toys and that happened to be the first thing I snatched. We did something a lot like this, do you remember?”
Zane had fought a bit, but it’d been mostly for fun. Really, he’d welcomed his touch, thinking he was Kazimir all the while. The cage had gone on easily enough, and once it’d been explained what it was for, Zane had voiced his displeasure but ultimately allowed things to continue.
He’d allowed him to strip him down and turn him over onto his stomach on the bed. To spread his cheeks and finger fuck him until he was a thrashing, moaning mess.
“I woke up the next day and the cage was off,” Zane sounded confused. “But we…?”
“No,” he reassured. “I didn’t fuck you. I couldn’t do it. Not as Kazimir. Not for our first time. Are you mad?”
“That you took advantage of me?” he lifted his hips, humping at air. “Take off the cage and I’ll forgive you.”
“Really?”
“Promise.” Zane made a desperate sound in the back of his throat when Pavel didn’t immediately respond. “Please, Hart. I’ll forgive you for that night, I swear.”
“You aren’t just saying that because you're uncomfortable, are you?” Pavel couldn’t help it. He liked teasing him. Liked seeing him this far gone. Liked knowing he was the reason and he was the only one with the power to bring him back from the brink.
“No,” he insisted. “No, I mean it.”
“So, we’ll be even? I’ve been thinking a lot about what your brother said about you. About how you need an eye for an eye. I’m not sure this is good enough to satisfy you…”
“It is.”
He hummed, pretending to still not believe it.
“Hart,please.”
“I dressed up as your lover, fucked your hole and caged your cock. I watched you cry and beg, all forhim. I don’t blame you since it was all my doing. That time. But that stunt at the Velvet Brew—”
“I’ve already paid for that!” Zane blurted, his voice shaking.
“Have you?”
“Yes! For six hours!” He lifted and hit the back of his head against the table in obvious frustration. “Damn it, just tell me what you want me to say. Tell me and I’ll say it. Whatever it is. Whatever you want.”
“WhateverI want?” Pavel danced his fingers across the center of Zane’s chest.
“Yes!” He nodded vehemently. “Whatever you want. I’ll do it. I’ll give it to you. Just. Make. It. Stop.”
Planting a palm against the table, Pavel lifted and swung up onto it, straddling Zane in one move. He sat low on his legs so that the cock cage was right between his own thighs and let out a whistle. “That looks painful, gorgeous.”
“It is!”
“They aren’t meant to be.”
“They aren’t meant to be worn with constant stimulation being applied to my prostate!”
