“Wrong.” He needed to get him to forget about December for now. This was neither the time nor the place for his mommy issues to be rearing its ugly head. “And trying to irk me won’t save you. This is happening, little bunny. Tonight.”
“Fine!” he yelled, and they both froze as soon as the word left his mouth. Rabbit stared at him, clearly stunned, before he seemed to recover and went back to pressing against Baikal’s chest in a poor attempt to move him. “Get off!”
“That was consent,” Kal pointed out, only to have Rabbit vehemently deny it.
“It wasn’t! And even if it sounded like it, I take it back!”
“Should I tie you down?” Baikal asked himself thoughtfully, but that had Rabbit freezing all over again. “Or will that frighten you more?”
“Please,” he whispered, all the fight draining out of him at once, reducing him to that trembling mess he’d been at the start when Baikal had first thrown him to the ground.
Baikal must have been going too easy on him after all because it was obvious it was just now occurring to his tiny obsession that he meant it. A good man would have backed off and considered his fear, but Baikal was a Devil of Vitality, not a man at all, and good had never been a part of his vocabulary.
“I’m going to bury my cock so deep inside your body you’ll still feel me in the morning,” he promised darkly, reaching out to trace his thumb over Rabbit’s full bottom lip when it quivered. “It’ll hurt at first, since we’re skipping over the final plug I chose for you—which you only have yourself to blame for, by the way—but you’ll take it. Every inch. You’ll open up for me and welcome me home like the good little bunny you are. After tonight, you’re going to wonder how you ever survived without me.
“Use you?” He tsked. “I don’t want to use you, Rabbit, I want toplayyou. I want you singing for me the same way your beiska sings for you. I want to put on a show, one that’s meant for only the two of us. And when I pump you full of my come and claim you as my own, I want you screaming my name. Myname, little bunny,” he tightened his grip around his neck to help get his point across, “None of this Void bullshit you’ve been using to draw a proverbial line in the sand between us.”
Rabbit glanced away, proving that he’d naively thought Kal hadn’t noticed.
“Eyes on me,” he demanded, and when Rabbit complied, that spark of resistance was back dancing in his silver gaze. “There you are. Fight me if you want, pretend you’re not getting off on this if it helps you feel better about yourself. I don’t want you hollow. I’m not interested in fucking a zombie.”
“You’re really going to do this,” he said, a bit incredulously. “You’re really going to—”
“Fuck you,” Baikal filled in. “Yes.”
“I hate you.”
“That’ll change.” Because Kal wanted his love, and he intended to have that too. “But don’t worry. I’ll give as good as I get.”
“You’re sick!”
“Why? Due to the fact I’m obsessed with you?”
Rabbit frowned. “You could have literally anyone you want.”
“We’ve been through this.”
“You can’t possibly want me.”
“Why not?”
“You just can’t.”
“That’s very convincing,” Baikal drawled. “Please tell me you’re doing better in your Debates class with Professor Strikes than I’m now assuming? You are aware you need to pass that one to graduate, right?”
“Void.” He glared. “This isn’t funny.”
“I’m not trying to be funny.”
“Then—”
“Should I get the handcuffs or not, little bunny?” he cut him off, gentling his tone some when that had Rabbit tensing all over again. “This is the last courtesy I’ll give you, and then we begin. Choose. Do you want me to give you an excuse? Tie you up so you can tell yourself no part of you wanted this?”
“I don’t want this!”
Baikal tilted his head. “Is that your answer?”
They stared at each other a moment and then Rabbit blew out a breath.
