Nothing about what had taken place last night had been consensual, and he’d spent a good few hours lying in bed this morning, searching up all the general rules that dominant sex partners tended to set and follow.
His exploration had taken him down an abyss, the search engine on his multi-slate stuffed with taboo keywords now that he’d die if anyone ever saw. The point was, by the time his alarm had gone off signaling he needed to get ready for school, Rabbit’s beliefs had been confirmed.
Void wasn’t a dominant in the traditional sense of the word, he was just fucked in the head.
And he’d claimed it could get worse?
Rabbit parked in his usual place in the back of the main music building, gathered his instrument and his shoulder strap bag that held his holo-pad, and started across campus toward where his first class of the day was located. Typically, he was careful to school his features and keep his spine straight as he walked, ignoring the glances and the talk about him as he passed, but this time he was too caught up in his thoughts to even notice other students.
For the life of him, he couldn’t pinpoint the trigger. It was like one-second he and Baikal had occupied different universes and then all of a sudden bam! Now the Brumal Prince was staking some sort of sick claim on Rabbit, blackmailing him into being his—whatever the hell that meant—and ordering him to do all sorts of lewd things like—
He came to an abrupt stop as the thick plug lodged in his ass shifted and hit that special spot within that was the most sensitive. His hand gripped the strap of both the bags in his hold as he tried to breathe through the pangs of pleasure, his anger growing.
After having kept the thing in all night already, he felt overly sensitized, the discomfort warring with the electrical currents of arousal that still pinged through him despite everything else. It seemed to come and go in waves, with his body adjusting to it for a period of time before something shifted and restarted the whole process over again.
This morning, it’d taken him some getting used to just to walk regularly, the feel of the T-bar base squished between his cheeks awkward at first. He’d considered removing the thing for the millionth time since Baikal had walked out of his kitchen without so much as a backward glance, but every time he went to reach for it, his hand hesitated.
He’d been forced into it, sure, but even in their short time together Rabbit had come to realize that Baikal never did anything without a plan. His actions may seem random and sudden to an outsider, but he thought things through and plotted in advance.
Just like how he’d tricked Rabbit into showing up at the theater, or how he’d addled Rabbit’s mind by casting him in darkness before he’d attacked last night. Both of those times had seemed spur of the moment to Rabbit since he hadn’t been privy to Baikal’s aim, but for all he knew, Baikal had spent hours plotting things out beforehand.
He’d manipulated Rabbit and cornered him exactly where he’d wanted him twice now, but each time had ended with life-altering orgasms and…
Yeah, there was definitely something wrong with Rabbit. No part of him should be enjoying this, no matter how intensely alluring Baikal was.
Rabbit needed to figure out a way to steal those glasses of his so he could erase the video and be free of this. Then he could return to his steady and predictable everyday life. That’s what he wanted. The routines he was used to, the ones that helped keep the cloying fits of panic and anxiety away as best they could.
Last night, the darkness had nearly set him off. It was by luck that he’d been trying so hard as of late to readjust himself to handling it, otherwise he would have made an even bigger fool of himself in front of Void. Still, even now he was slightly out of breath as he continued on his way to class, that plug rubbing at his inner walls in a way that had his heart rate skipping beats and his palms sweating.
Though logically he understood why he was reacting that way, those symptoms were too similar to the attacks he had right before stepping on stage, and because of that, he couldn’t help the twist of fear in his gut.
What if he panicked right here and now, in the middle of campus for the entire school to see? It’d make the news and get back to his mother and then…
She’d accuse him of getting distracted and find someone or something else to place the blame on. Rabbit had given her options this time too since he’d allowed himself to get close to Sila and now Baikal…
December Trace wouldn’t be foolish enough to go up against the Brumal though, would she? It wouldn’t look good for her image, and that was the only thing more important to her than Rabbit’s assured future. The rest of the galaxy might not turn their back on her, but the people of Vitality surely would out of pure survival.
The Brumal might not be the openly evil criminal organization from movies, the ones that only lurked in the shadows and hid out in dank basements, but they were cruel and they did nothing to try and hide that fact.
Back when they’d first arrived here, they’d helped a prominent family rise against the current monarch and overthrow them. That family had been the Diar’s, who to this day still ruled. They’d never forgotten their debt to the Brumal, and therefore, the truce between them had been renewed with each generation. Baikal and Kelevra were merely the most recent, and it was rumored the two of them weren’t just friends because they had to be, but because they got on with one another.
The Void name could be found plastered on multiple buildings and items, as they ran a massive conglomerate that was legally recognized. On the outside, it was easy to assume they’d turned a new leaf, and to much of the galaxy, that was probably believed, but not here.
There was Void United the conglomerate, and then there was the Void Brumal the mafia. One dipped its toes in everything from electronic parts and devices, construction, hovercars, and more, while the other provided protection against low-level gangs, dealt in arms dealing, and was responsible for the distribution and creation of one of the leading synthetic drugs in Dual galaxy.
The Brumal got away with their criminal organization by ensuring most of their business was conducted with other planets and organizations that had no foothold on Vitality. So long as their subjects weren’t affected, the Imperial Diar family couldn’t give two shits what the mafia did or how they filled their coiffeurs. And the rest of the planet was no better. They were all more than willing to turn the other cheek, so long as Void United continued to provide them with the latest flashy tech and produce award-winning entertainment programs, that was all that mattered.
What was a little bloodshed in the shadows so long as everything looked prim and proper in the light?
Rabbit knew better than most the damage a situation like that could cause, but he’d never bothered speaking out against the Brumal for the very same reasons no one else ever had. Every now and again an article was released trying to bring attention to some of the more deplorable happenings within the Brumal, but the reporter always mysteriously wrote a retraction shortly after.
Money and power made people deadly. The Imperial Diar family may hold the title of Emperor, but on this planet, Sullivan Void was King.
And now Rabbit was in some twisted kind of standoff against his son.
It was a losing battle no matter which way he turned it, and that alone was enough to irritate Rabbit to no end.
He liked stability. It was the only thing keeping him sane in a life where everything was completely and totally out of his control. Yet Baikal had stormed in and wreaked havoc like he had a right to do so.
