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Alphas Chapter 1.

Sometimes being in charge wore on him. He sighed as he looked over the yard. Everyone and everything was exactly where it was supposed to be for once. He scrubbed a hand over his face as he looked at his people. They were mostly spread around outside. It was too nice a day for anyone to be inside. He watched his son laugh with Michonne. She seemed to be the only one who could get a good belly laugh out of him these days. And when was he gonna started schooling him again? One more thing to put on the list God help him. Then the brothers came into his line of sight. Outside the yard as usual. A good hunting trip today. They both had bucks over their shoulders as they walked toward the prison.

And didn't he have a ground eating stride? He moved over the ground like he was walking on water. Smooth with not a ripple in his gait. Carrying the buck wasn't affecting him in the least. He moves down the stairs of the guard tower and toward the gates to let them in. Others could have done it but he wanted to see him up close. He shook his head at his musings. Back in the old world he would have avoided him like the plague. Men like him were his one weakness. And he'd been a married man with a child.

He ignored the little voice telling him he wasn't married anymore as he greeted them and opened the gate. Shutting it behind him he couldn't help taking a deep breath as he brushed past him. He smelled of blood, sweat, woods and man. He lowered his head with a soft curse under his breath as his cock twitched in his jeans. Just what he needed. But God he smelled good. He hated his fucking guts he knew and he'd gut him if he so much as looked at him the wrong way. But that didn't stop him wanting him. He locked the gate behind them absently kicking a Walker out-of-the-way. It was a common place move these days. And the blood on the bucks had attracted them of course. He stood there looking out a few seconds more while he allowed his cock to calm down. He was thankful Glen had gotten a shower working so he had better privacy these days for when he needed release. He'd be needing it tonight he thought as he went back to the guard tower.

Later on handing over watch to Maggie and Glen he went inside. Carol had as always left a plate for him in the kitchen. He ate standing at the sink. He stared at nothing as he thought about everything. He was so involved he didn't hear him enter behind him. Didn't hear him speak because he was speaking to him in his mind already. But he felt his heat at his back. He stilled feeling like a deer caught in the headlights. His hand halfway to his mouth. He forced himself to focus his eyes on his food. He was waiting for him to speak. Expecting the usual vitriol he's surprised when he simply says "You gonna eat that or stare at it all fuckin' night?" He blinks and forces the food into his mouth chewing mechanically. But he stops before he takes another mouthful. He's waiting, wondering if he'll pick up on it and whether he'll act on it. He keeps his head down and doesn't look at him at all. But he's still there; he can feel the heat emanating from him. It's warming his back. He's standing close enough that he feels his breath on the back of his neck. His cock hardens and he waits. "Aren't you gonna' keep eatin' then?" It comes as a question so he ignores it. He's waiting for when it isn't a question. He needs it, just from this man he needs to be told what to do. He hears a breath behind him and he thinks finally he's going to be told what to do. "Keep eatin'" the drawl is more clipped but still there. As he takes another mouthful he hears an in drawn breath come from the man standing behind him. "Are you sure you wanna' go there with me...Cop?" There is no hesitation in his answering nod. He keeps his head down as he continues to eat as he's been told to but he still manages an obvious nod. This time he hears a sigh behind him and the heat moves away from his back. Before he can move his voice comes again further away this time "Clean your plate and then drink that glass of water" He relaxes as he does what he's been told. He is slow and methodical about it, there is no rush, he's not going anywhere. From the rustles behind him it sounds like he's sitting down and settling in.

He cleans his plate as he's been told and drinks the water. He puts the plate, glass and utensils into the sink. Then he stands there with his hands grasping the side of it with his back turned and head bowed. Again he is waiting to be told what to do. But there is silence behind him. The silence goes on lengthening to the point he thinks he was wrong and he has left him after those few orders and questions. Did he leave? Did he misunderstand him and he was just showing a fleeting concern for him? As he shifts to turn around a hiss startles him to stillness. "Didn't fuckin' say you could move now did I?" The words are low and the tone is mean. He keeps his head lowered but a small shudder moves through him. Finally, he thinks, finally it's happening. Close on the heels of that he feels his heat again at his back closer than before. The air stirs and he feels a hot finger trace the back of his neck. Then it traces the shell of his ear. He cannot suppress a shiver as his cock leaps to attention. His breathing is choppy. He goes to move his right hand to his cock to give himself some relief but suddenly he is bracketed by his body. It forces him into the sink crushing his cock against it and jarring his hip bones. "Uh uh, you don't get to touch yourself unless I say so and I ain't sayin' so yet." He cannot help the groan that escapes him even though he hasn't been told whether he can do that either.

"Uh uh, i can see I have my work cut out with you. Can't keep still, can't stop touching yourself, can't keep quiet." His chuckle is deep and feral. But surprisingly he bestows a kiss on his shoulder as he leans there. Then he asks "You wanna' come do you?" He nods thinking there may be a God after all as he feels his jeans being opened slowly. But then "No, I don't feel like helping you tonight. But you can come. Turn around" The heat leaves his back as he moves away to sit back at the table "Touch yourself, show me what you like, and if you close your eyes when you fuckin' come you will pay for it later. Do you fuckin' understand me Cop?" He looks into those lethal eyes as he nods again.

Before he can take his cock in his hand he gives him another order "Open your shirt, let's see what you've got. He unbuttons his shirt pulling it out of his jeans as he does so. He stops himself before he takes it off, he hasn't been told to take it off, only open it. So he leaves it hanging open but still on his shoulders. "Good boy, you catch on quick. Play with your nipples for me." He brushes his thumbs across his nipples. Back and forward making them erect. His head falls back as they harden under his touch, his cock ls leaking. He can feel the dampness on his jeans. Fleetingly he thinks about when they're washed but really he doesn't care about side effects at the moment. A moan escapes his throat as he continues to stroke them. Then "Pinch them. Pinch them hard." His moan turns to a gasp as he obeys the orders. He's surprised he hasn't gotten in trouble for the noise he's making but is too grateful to care at the moment. He alternates with strokes and pinches of his nipples. He loses track of time. His eyes are closed at the moment. Then he feels heat in front of him. "Open your eyes, look at me." He brings his head forward and opens his eyes looking at him standing there in front of him. He is tall and powerful with legs that go on forever. Unlike him he has cleaned himself up after being outside all day. The clean smell of soap drifts to his nose and he inhales deeply. Suddenly his hand reaches out and pulls his cock from his jeans. An eyebrow raises when he realises there is no underwear to get through "Well well well, that is interesting. The Cop goes commando."

Before he can help himself he says "Don't have any left to wear."

The blue steel eyes looking into his narrow at his speaking before he purses his lips "I don't recall asking a question Cop." For that, you suck me off first. Then I'll think about whether you still deserve to come." Taking his cock in his hand he moves backward pulling him with him. He sits on the table spreading his legs so he stands in between them. Giving a final jerk on his cock he motions to his own jeans. They're low riders and riding extra low at present as he hasn't done up the button. He has only to undo the zip and his cock is hard, hot and ready in his hand. No preparation needed. He sinks to his knees without asking permission and takes him into his mouth. He is eager. It's been a long time since he's done this but God does he want this mans cock in his mouth. He wants it like he's never wanted a cock before in his life. He pulls the jeans past his hips freeing his balls as well and cups them in his other hand. They're tight and full in his hand. He massages them as he sinks his mouth down on the cock leaking in front of him. One thing he knew he could do was suck cock. He opened his throat and swallowed it whole. He could feel pre-come coating the back of his throat as he sank down. He hummed in pleasure as he swallowed again taking his cock deeper until he had his nose in his pubic hair. God he smelled amazing. So very very male. He felt more than heard the groan that came out of the mouth above him. Then he raised his head as he continued to massage his balls. He came to the head of his cock and started licking it teasingly light little licks all over the head. Then he ran his tongue through the piss slit before sinking back down on it again. Then he got serious, sucking and moving up and down taking all of him into his mouth each and every time. Before long he feels his balls tighten in his hand and then he shoots his load into his mouth. He keeps sucking until he is completely dry and starting to soften. He slowly withdraws him from his mouth licking one long stripe up to the head as he lets it slide out of his mouth.

Finally he leans back looking up into that face for approval and permission come himself. Those eyes have turned to the darkest royal blue with release. They're at half mast looking down at him with an unreadable expression. He jerks his head "Back at the sink facing me, one hand on your balls and one on your cock, get the jeans down, I wanna' see you." He clears his throat at the words backing toward the sink leaning back on it when he reaches it. He pushes his own jeans down to his thighs hoping he pleases him. He takes his balls in his left hand closing his eyes as he cups them and he fills his right hand with his cock. Suddenly something smacks the front of his thigh. He opens his eyes as he jumps. He has moved silent as the hunter he is managing to get a wooden spoon to hit him with without him even noticing. "Uh uh, remember what I said? You look at me, you don't look away, you don't close your eyes, you don't even blink. You can't do that, you can't come." He smacks the wooden spoon on this thigh again for emphasis.

He swallows as he nods his head. He looks at him as he fists himself again starting to stroke himself up and down, twisting at the apex of his stroke with a tug at the same time. He catches himself before his eyes slide closed jerking them open to keep looking into those eyes still looking at him half mast. He knows he's not going to last long with those eyes looking at him and he knows he's going to fail to keep his eyes open when he comes. But that doesn't stop him. He feels his balls tighten and his head falls back. Again he manages to catch himself in time before he breaks eye contact. As his balls tighten up and his cock erupts he cannot help himself. After he spurts initially on the floor in front of him his head falls back exposing his neck again and he closes his eyes as his orgasm rolls through him. The spoons smacks down harshly on his thigh as he finally slows his jerking off then he feels it slide under his balls to hold them up. His blood runs cold as the spoon stays steady holding the weight of his balls on it. He slowly opens his eyes raising his head. Those blue eyes are blazing at him.

"You can't follow a simple fuckin' order, I'm not fuckin' doin' this again with you, you got that?" The wooden spoon drops down letting his balls drop before it smacks them. The pain is shockingly quick. He flinches as he hears the spoon clatter on the bench top. Then his neck is grasped in an iron grip. "I'm fuckin' serious. You don't think I ain't seen the way you look at me? The way you follow me? The way you smelled me today? I been watchin' you too. You need this. But you gotta' want it, I ain't interested otherwise. When you decide if you do want it you look me up." He let's go of his neck and pulls up his own jeans zipping himself into them. As he walks out he tosses back over his shoulder "You clean this shit up before you leave and clean yourself up too, you fuckin' reek."

A/N. Let me know if you want more. If I get a couple of nods to continue, then continue I shall, if not I'll list it as completed. I think it has real kink potential. But that's just me.